I've bought laundry line and clothespins more than once over the years.
But Fritz, my darling dear, has been dead set against clotheslines.
Muttering things like "Third World," before Middlest informed him that was inaccurate, that "Emerging Economies" is preferred. Muttering thereafter "Corn Whiskey" and "Appalachia" and "Pet Chickens" instead.
And when I mutter back "Trellis" and "Honeysuckle, " he mutters "Inadvertent Decapitation."
To which the only answer is a muttered, "Reasonable Attention and/or Intelligence."
And thus we have run the dryer day after day after hottest day of many summers.
But this, my dears, is another verse in the ongoing Paen to Hardware Stores, home of useful things. For lo, Ace sells light, collapsible drying racks, cunningly and simply made (and in the U.S.) of wooden dowels and pegs and sanded sticks - and two blue rubber bands at the top on either side (as buffer? to maintain proper tension? for purposes aesthetical?)
And now our clothes come in from an overnight drying charmingly crisp and unwrinkled, smelling of whatever's blooming - lavender lately and ripening apples.
And the dryer stays quiet and cool.