The wash line

I was sitting in my basement the other day remembering how my mother would hang laundry up to dry down there when I was a kid.  The basement was where the laundry went when you couldn't hand it outside for what ever reason.  My mother had four wash lines tied up down there and you could hand a lot of laundry out there.  I just could never figure out how she got it down there.  The stairs to the basement are so narrow that you have to twist and turn to get past the inside wall on one side and the house foundation on the other side.  I can't imagine how she managed this carrying baskets of laundry.  I can barely do it without hurting myself while not carrying anything.  There were also two lines outside.  The downstairs one was easy enough to use, you just walked out the backdoor and there it was.  The one upstairs was a different story.  To use this line you had to hang out the kitchen window, twist to the side and stretch up to reach the line.  You also had the problem that the roof slanted down right beneath the window so you had to double things up to keep them from dragging along the roof and getting filthy.  When I was old enough to help I would climb out the window and stand on the roof to hang things up.  I never managed to learn the twist and turn thing she did.  I could never reach the bloody line and she was shorter the me!!!   I was remembering all this the other night sitting in the basement.  The ropes she used as wash lines are still there although you can't use them now because of all the stuff piled up under them.
Mom died about 14 years ago, sometimes it seems like yesterday, but I can still see all that laundry in my head.  I have a dryer now.

Daddyisms

My husband is known for saying things that may make sense to him but leave everyone else laughing.  We call these silly statements daddyisms.  It's gotten to where the kids just wait on the next one.  It can be especially hard to keep from laughing when he spits one of them out in the middle of an angry rant.  Our oldest daughter has actually taken to keeping a running of list of them.  The following of the daddyisms started one day when he decided he wanted to go to the mall. 
I don't remember why we were going to the mall Daughter #2 thinks it was to see Santa.  Anyway trying to get four kids ready to leave the house when half of them don't want to go and the other half can't decide what to wear can be quite an ordeal.  After what felt like hours we were finally ready to leave when son #1 remembered that he didn't have his money and that reminded son #2 that he also had money he wanted to take.  This meant waiting while they dug the money out of their hiding places and out of total frustration daddy yelled
            YOU DON'T NEED MONEY THERE IS NO PLACE FOR YOU TO SPEND IT.
 Son #1 just stands there staring at him while the rest of us are laughing our butts off and daddy has no idea why.  I blurted out Did you hear what you just said, and started laughing again.  Finally daughter #1 says between laughs there's no place to spend money at the mall.  Which started everyone laughing again including daddy.  After that we all waited for the daddyisms.  They keep us laughing and him annoyed.