Aw damn, I missed it. I had laundry to do too, but I decided to work on the yard instead.
I need to put it on my calendar for next year. I'd love a better thought for this day.
My HOA has a ban, too, but I made sure to volunteer to chair the inspection committee, an unpopular job now that the original neighborhood crotchets only leave their homes to drive to the mailbox. Best trick ever- I've "inpected" some broker sprinkler heads and graffiti; my clotheslines (which I made removeable anyway- the ends of each line have metal clips that clip to o-rings screwed to my patio roof) are still going strong 3 years later. Can't wait to get the culvert-pipe rainwater cistern and disguise it behind a lattice covered in vines 
In NZ, if you DON'T hang your clothes out to dry, you are in the minority. A clothesline can be listed as a selling point of a house, although on a local home makeover show, the interior designer hated them and would yank them out. I bet the people put them right back up after the show.
Robin, the idea of a clothesline being a real-estate bonus is great. I wish we had more common sense like that here.
Samara, I salute your guerrilla tactic! I very much like the idea of a "clothesline underground."
When I lived in a small town in Germany, the house had a drying room, literally, a tiny room with a huge skylight with many clotheslines in it. The house had no dryer and my clothes were fine.
In my apartment in Berlin we had a dehumidifying washer/dryer. I liked that too and I gather it used about a quarter of the energy of a regular dryer (and it didn't damage my clothes).
Here in Houston I usually set my clothes to dry on two drying racks on my back patio, unless it's really humid and then I use the dryer. I've asked my landlords to install a proper clothesline for me...
When I lived in Hungary, almost no one had a dryer. Dryers were seriously only for the very rich, and were kind of looked down on. Even in winter, folks hung clothes -- sometimes in the house on racks, or sometimes right outside. Nothing like an icy towel crackling in the wind to make a gal feel cozy. At first I insisted on a dryer for winter, although I loved line-drying in summer. Then my landlord brought me the bill for my first year's overage beyond my level billing payments. Ouch. I was instantly converted.
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