Here's another before picture.
Readers of this blog know how often I put off doing the laundry, or stretch the event into a week long oft-delayed task. I am not alone. Dave does his own laundry and has enough underwear to put it off for a month. Then there are dozens of pairs of jeans and as many sweatshirts piled up in the hallway to make passage impossible.
When we moved here five years ago, we got a pair of lightweight laundry twins. By lightweight I mean not heavy duty. Since I was no longer a hand dyed factory worker doing ten loads a day, I figured an inexpensive washer would last me the rest of my life.
Not so fast.
First the lid hinge broke on the washer and then yesterday when I finally had gathered the enthusiasm to wash a bunch of waiting dirty items, the dial refused to work on the washer. That was it. I suppose it could have been repaired, but the repair would have cost about as much as the initial price tag, so out with the old and in with a new and better and cooler washer.
We jumped in Dave's new old car, the Expedition and zoomed off to Lowe's. I had prechosen my washer online, but changed my mind when we got there.
Can you fall in love with a washing machine? I did.
It has bells and whistles and a red lighted timer.
At the end of the load it plays a little tune.
I kid you not.
And of course it was ON SALE. The sale price made getting the extended service contract a no brainer.
I am not going to have to worry about anything breaking for (another) five years.
These days the high efficiency concept means that there is no agitator in the middle of the tub. I don't know what makes the clothes get clean but somehow they do. And quietly. So much more quietly.
The old washer had a dial that pulled out to select the cycle and pushed in to start, or something like that. One dial, and that was what broke. Now I have buttons and lights. Lots more possibilities for things to go wrong, but I still feel secure and kinda futuristic. You know what I'll be doing today.
What is this?
It is the drain in our pond. After several days and nights of rain, the pond is full to overflowing and the weather has gotten cold enough to freeze the water. The thin layer of ice melts by midday and returns overnight. It's clear enough that the fish are visible swimming very slowly below. Hello Winter.