So much is going on -- I think I'm going to keep this blog as a way to think about laundry and domestic work, but I'm going to move the stuff about my thesis (Eavan Bloand and domestic imagery in her poems) to my poetry blog. Too much to keep track of in different places.But, so you don't feel bad, here's a new laundry photo from Spring Break. I left my clothes line up under our house in Alpine Meadows last fall and it seems the icicles have found it. Lovely and cold. And another photo of how neatly teenagers can hang up their wet snow clothes when they have listened to their mother harping about it for enough years.
