File this under " Reason #432 I need to cast off the dock lines before I lose my ever loving mind." Out here in the suburbs the Home Owners Association has deemed it despicable to hang laundry out to dry as it might offend the sensibilities of the neighbors. Never mind that no one can see this unless they are peering over the fence, or that we live in the freaking subtropics where the one thing we are assured of is sunshine or even that the community likes to brag about how environmentally conscientious they are. Hanging laundry out is verboten.
These are the same brainiacs who sent out a notice telling us to restrict watering of our lawns due to the drought then followed it up with a letter 2 weeks later letting me know my grass was not green enough. I sent them a response letter with several green paint chips from Home Depot asking what color green I should paint my lawn.
Since I am a Devil May Care Ne'er Do Well and since I think sleeping on cotton sheets dried in the sun is something bordering on sinful luxury I did it anyway. Mark has an aerial laundry thingee that he loves so much he brought it with him from Scotland. We have a secret support tube installed in the garden with a little screw cap to keep water out. I can sneak out the aerial, get it set up and hang laundry on it dry it and take it down again faster than Mrs. Kravitz can call the HOA stormtroopers.
Cruising and seeing beautiful locations, meeting new people, trying new things and just sailing will be a wonderful experience, but do not discount the joy I will feel in living in a less oppressive, though less exquisitely manicured environment. I am all for rules when it benefits society but stupid rules- well I could do without them. I create enough stupid all on my own thanks very much.
Tonight we sleep on illicitly dried sheets. Sometimes being bad just feels really good...