{"id":289,"date":"2008-08-26T12:37:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-26T16:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=289"},"modified":"2008-08-26T12:37:00","modified_gmt":"2008-08-26T16:37:00","slug":"crossing-the-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=289","title":{"rendered":"Crossing the Line"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ESvCH9ghcAI\/SLRJPlkts3I\/AAAAAAAAAnQ\/HXOMyZ1Xsl4\/s1600-h\/DSC_0019.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ESvCH9ghcAI\/SLRJPlkts3I\/AAAAAAAAAnQ\/HXOMyZ1Xsl4\/s400\/DSC_0019.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238892798671696754\" \/><\/a><br \/>This picture has already been posted&#8230; I know.  But I am not sure how many saw my brother&#8217;s comment after the posting.<br \/>&#8220;I love the house. Lose the clothes lines!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It is funny how childhood experiences shape us so differently.   A line with clothes blowing in the wind reminds me of times when folks had a harder life&#8230; no dryer and hanging clothes was homely like the apple pie baking in the oven.<\/p>\n<p>Before I offend anyone of my dearly loved friends, please know that I admire your appreciation for the scent of the clean outdoors and saving the electricity and all the other reasons I am sure there is to hang out the clothes.  Please know that this is not a judgement.  I understand there are reasons  (maybe) to hang the clothes out to dry. I admire you.<\/p>\n<p>Growing up, we lived on the outskirts of a trailer park.  I actually drove back to the neighborhood a couple of years ago and was shocked by where we lived.  But this isn&#8217;t about  that.  When I was just finishing high school, my parents had the great idea to start  a group home for seniors.  They converted most of the house to accomadate this idea.<\/p>\n<p>For a misfit teen, this was very uncool.  I was so not impressed with a bunch of seniors invading my space&#8230; my home.<br \/>Most of the seniors my parents took were suffering from Alzheimer&#8217;s.  So often they were found roaming in areas of the house, confused.  <\/p>\n<p>This little part is off subject of clotheslines&#8230; but one I am sharing so you understand life as I knew it at that time.   I had come home from university, and was sleeping on our pleather (no not a miss-spelled word) pink sofa.  I was aroused by sounds of a tap running.  As I lifted my head, there was Lettie, one of our very confused seniors, peeing beside the sofa.<\/p>\n<p>OK back to clotheslines.  We had a dryer.  I am not sure if it was to save money.. but it must have been&#8230; We hung all our clothes on the line out back.  And then when there was no room, they were lain on the ground.  BIG PANTIES of somebody&#8217;s grandma&#8230; all over our backyard.  <\/p>\n<p>I was already a geek, ugly, lonely and add this &#8230; too much.  So my brother&#8217;s comment is funny.  Why&#8230; would anyone WANT to have a clothes line???<\/p>\n<p>OK I am traumatized by ugly undies and brassieres that were all over our lawn.<\/p>\n<p>This clothes line at the new house&#8230; I don&#8217;t know.  Maybe a good volleyball net could disguise it.  By the way&#8230; Bounce.. the fabric softener came out with a scent called the fresh outdoors&#8230; or something like that.  \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This picture has already been posted&#8230; I know. But I am not sure how many saw my brother&#8217;s comment after the posting.&#8220;I love the house. Lose the clothes lines!&#8221; It is funny how childhood experiences shape us so differently. 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