Dicky went by himself to Ace and bought paint for the clotheslines. Did you know Ace is the place? I told him, I didn't care what color he chose. Anything would be better than rusty silver paint. He arrived home with a can of tractor red spray paint. I was thrilled with his purchase.
I pulled up a camping chair and watched him paint. I am a supervisor! It needs another coat, but it will do for now.
OK, rain.... you need to let up so I can line dry some towels!
