When I was young, I used to curse my mother under my breath every time she assigned the dreaded chore of hanging the laundry on the line. I don’t know what it was about hanging clothes out to dry that completely ruined my entire existence (or at least my day), but I truly hated it.
Maybe it was lugging the basket of wet clothes, which seemed to weigh six tons, to the backyard. Or maybe it was having to stand on my tippy-toes to reach the clothes line. Or maybe it was trying to snap a clothes pin onto a pair of dad’s heavy denim jeans while battling the 180 mile per hour Oklahoma wind while standing on my tippy-toes. Or maybe it was doing all of the above under the scorching heat of a 120-degree summer day.
Maybe I exaggerate a bit (who me?), but I sure did hate to hang clothes on the line … even more than I hated doing dishes, and that was a bunch.
Here in Thailand, however, I LOVE hanging the clothes out. It’s peaceful. The rack on which we hang our clothes is located in a nice, cool, shady spot. There is no wind, so therefore, we don’t need clothespins.
Because clothes dry so quickly in the heated air, clothes dryers in Thailand are a rarity. Washing machines are located on nearly every corner. We carry our basket full of clothes each week to the laundry/coffee shop/convenience store/tire repair store just around the corner.
The machines are located outside, as they are everywhere. The shop owners (a Thai family) keep them immaculately clean, and the washers cost next to nothing to operate. I have never liked to do laundry until I arrived in Thailand. Now, I love to sit outside beside the washers and do my weekly reading and Bible studies. Bliss.
Our “laundry mat”