Saturday, November 12, 2011

It’s not brain surgery…

I had intended to visit the laundromat on Wednesday to wash our clothes, given that…
  • our old washing machine was not agitating properly or spinning the cloths because it needed a new belt…
  • there was no washing machine belt to be had at the local hardware store, it would have to be ordered and we didn’t want to spend any money on it…
  • and a few months ago we had purchased a new front-loading high-efficiency machine but were waiting to install it until we used up the 5-gallon pail of old soap…

So Richard began working on a new platform to sit the new machine on.

He removed the old platform and cleaned up the area behind the dryer and we found this tiny baby...


the second baby salamander we have found, and one wonders what is going on in our basement behind the closed door!!

The clothes began piling up. Then, I was able to get an appointment on Wednesday to get my hair cut, so we calculated we could wait until Friday until I would have to go to the laundromat to wash the clothes.

There was also a glimmer of hope by late Wednesday afternoon that the new platform Richard is building to keep our new front-loading high-efficiency machine off the floor of the basement would be ready by Thursday and that the new machine would be up and running on Friday.

Thursday morning, however, Richard lost control of the newly completed and much heavier platform as he was trying to move it into the basement and it threw him off balance… he fell, it fell, and it smashed his hand.

None of the bones in his hand or wrist appear to be broken, nothing is numb, and his fingers are warm, so aside from his hand being swollen and significantly bruised, he will likely be OK.

In the meantime, I knew there was no hope that I would escape having to go to THE LAUNDROMAT.

The laundromat has a front-loading high-efficiency machine and I began dithering about trying to operate it (Stephen King wrote a short story about demon-possessed laundry equipment running amok). By Friday morning Richard was somewhat annoyed with me.
We’re not talking about brain surgery here…. 
It’s just a washing machine. 
There will be instructions.
And he was right. It was just a washing machine, there were instructions, and I was able to do four loads of clothes at one time. I returned home euphoric at how easy it was and schlepped the clothes from the back seat of the car to the basement and started the dryer….

And forgot to close the back door of the car. The dome light burned all day and probably into the night, until the battery was dead.

Brain surgery, indeed.

6 comments:

Paula said...

Oh the joys of housekeeping! Hope your hubby will be okay and able to install the new machine soon. If you're like me I hate to go to the laundromat but have to for heavy things as my washer seems to want to dance.

Far Side of Fifty said...

I dislike the Laundromat..but you do get done faster! When we first came here and lived in the camper I had to do the laundromat thing for a year..every Friday.
I bet you will really like your new washer..I bet you let your new friend go too:):)

Have Myelin? said...

I was laughing the whole time (except for the part about hubby's pain) because I know what that feels like.

We had to move into a mother-in-law apartment because Alex is looking for a job. We have no w/d....argh!

We are not used to going to the laundromat. We have a w/d but it's in storage. Everything we own is in storage. Sigh.

I think Stephen King is right.

Oklahoma Granny said...

My goodness. You've had quite the time with your laundry.

Tami Weingartner said...

So tiny and sweet....will it hibernate for the winter? Looks too tiny to spend the winter outside.

Leilani Lee said...

It was last seen crawling under the water heater (which is up on blocks). Unless something in the basement eats it, that is where it will stay