Nope - not a garage sale
I would love to sit here and crow about how we in the Brooks household are leaving a smaller carbon footprint and doing our share to save cute Arctic polar bears stranded on icebergs, but my real motivation in helping my wife string clotheslines is simply to chop the amount of money we are tossing to the utilities each month.
This is, after all, another summer of underemployment during the period of my extended graduate student vow of poverty (a phrase for which I claim creator's rights), and every dollar we do not send to the likes of FirstEnergy and Columbia Gas is a dollar for which I will not have to sell plasma.
The fresh-smelling clothes, though, are the added bonus, as anyone who has ever dried clothing outdoors knows. While my shirts will not have that trademark Bounce scent, they will now possess particles of smog, auto exhaust, and dust from my neighbor's home renovations, just as the Lord intended.
And - just for the curious - we have still maintained our domestic ban on air conditioning, which we believe will save $500 over the course of the summer. Of course, the kids are whining, and last night I slept on a sweat-drenched pillow, but we are that much closer to a sub-$100 electric bill for June, surely a rare feat in Northwest Ohio.
Thus, it is off to spend a few hours in front of a roaring fan to finish some reading, and then my efforts to squeeze some sleep out of a muggy night.
If nothing else, I'm building some character...