This month we went from this to this:
Clotheslines are wonderful things.
Our last living situation reminded me simultaneously of an obstacle course (I had to weave my way around ropes to get to the kitchen) and how we dried our laundry during the rainy season in Kenya. I dug into the Kenya archives for this photo: if you can look past 12-year-old me in those horrid pants and our dog Velvet, you can see all our clothes hung up on the window-bars to dry. The stuff a great childhood is made of.