Some of my very close friends have heard me whine and complain about this for 5 years, so I guess I have reached the point where I need to vent through blogging. I live in a village of pyromaniacs.
I get up early, wash my clothes and hang them outside on my line to dry...Been doing this for nearly 6 years now. Yet, instead of enjoying the fresh smell of line-dried clothes, my family smells like smoke. The people here like to burn things. Obviously they dont like to burn trash, becuase they just throw it on the ground. But I figured out that since they dont have lawn mowers..they burn the grass when it gets too high.
Our house is up on stilts so everything rises and floats up here on us. Our house, fills up with smoke and it drives me crazy. But the worst is my laundry. As soon as I smell the smoke here in the house, I mae a mad dash down to laundry line and try to grab the clothes. Unfortunatley, they win more than I do ...
I get up early, wash my clothes and hang them outside on my line to dry...Been doing this for nearly 6 years now. Yet, instead of enjoying the fresh smell of line-dried clothes, my family smells like smoke. The people here like to burn things. Obviously they dont like to burn trash, becuase they just throw it on the ground. But I figured out that since they dont have lawn mowers..they burn the grass when it gets too high.
Our house is up on stilts so everything rises and floats up here on us. Our house, fills up with smoke and it drives me crazy. But the worst is my laundry. As soon as I smell the smoke here in the house, I mae a mad dash down to laundry line and try to grab the clothes. Unfortunatley, they win more than I do ...
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