Geoff and I hung a laundry line this week. Squeee! I love it. Granted, it's not exactly the view people expect when gazing toward the rising sun, and back country hills. I think if anyone complains about it, I will chime in too, and say "Sorry. I agree, it's unsightly having only one line for six people's worth of clean clothes. We really should have at least two more lines."
The driftwood was collected by Geoff and Maria when they were beach combing, on the Central Coast. It makes me happy to see it in the barn... seeing anything in there, that has meaning, a connection, a story, is dear to me. Memories make an old stick a keepsake, and I happily recall camping with family and friends, the windy night and the anticipation of the days ahead.
We are having such a mellow, drifting day... no direction, no destination, no deadlines. Now, that's Independence!
Well, yes... that may be enough for a much adored kitty, but I think a bit more is expected of us. I understood your general sentiment though, Chango. You are wise.