Do you remember my words in yesterday’s post? I was going to ‘lay low’ for the day.
The gods heard that and laughed out loud.
I was working on Hamlet and stopped to throw some sheets in the washer. After some time, I went to the bathroom (where our stacked one-piece washer and dryer lives in a closet) to throw them in the dryer. But the load wasn’t done. The cycle had stopped midway through the wash. Thinking it might just be a problem with the permanent press cycle, I moved the dial to Normal. Nothing. I tried Rinse. Nothing. I tried Spin. I tried Gentle. I tried everything. For a moment or two, Normal worked. Then it stopped.
The only thing the washer would do was fill with water, which I certainly didn’t need as it was already full of water. Soapy water.
The damn thing was broken.
So this is how I spent my morning and much of the afternoon: pulling out wet sheets (which, of course, spilled water onto the floor) and then holding them under the bathtub faucet as I rinsed them out by hand. Then I wrung them out and dried them. One by one. There were wet sheets in the bathtub. There were wet sheets in the bathroom sink. There were wet sheets in the washer.
And then, joy of joys, I methodically bailed out the washer – scoop by scoop.
Guess how long that took?
There is still some water in the bottom of the washer that I just can’t get out of there, so I’m trusting it will eventually evaporate.
The bathroom was a mess. I ended up washing the floor. The rugs dried outside on the Funky Patio chairs.
In this time of planned obsolescence, I wonder if nine years is the most we can expect from a washer? (The dryer still works.)
Since I’m leaving town in about five days, I am going to hold off on calling in someone to look at it. We’ll deal with that when we get back. Why do I have this sinking feeling the whole darn thing is going to have to be replaced?
And that’s a whole other kettle of fish. Getting that washer and dryer in there involved taking off the door to the bathroom, taking off the door to the closet, and removing the molding.
Crap.
Let’s change the subject and look at a neat picture of Scout.
I was shooting into the sun and this orb appeared on the image. Reminds me of Glinda, the Good Witch, in The Wizard of Oz.
And to further take my mind off the washer, how about some pretty morning glories?
Sigh. That helps.
Act Three? Check. Today I work on Act Four.
By the way, I’ve been hit with a ton of spam in the last 24 hours that looks like a legitimate comment, but isn’t. It will take a bit of time for my spam plug-in to identify and filter this stuff, so I am temporarily moderating comments. I check in all the time, however, so your comment will be approved rather quickly.
Don’t people have anything better to do than this? Really? They can’t do something more constructive with their time?
Happy Saturday.
