It was Monday. We used to refer to Mondays as “Blue Monday” when I worked for the State of GA – the day we had to drag ourselves back to work after the weekend.
I was feeling better after a weekend spent mostly in my Laz-E-Boy taking Tylenol and whimpering when the Ol’ Curmudgeon was not around. I don’t like to whimper when he’s in ear-shot – there’s nothing he can do, anyway, no sense in bothering him.
I was actually sitting at the desk in the family room, doing some scanning of materials for a case I was working on. I had put some laundry on – actually working on the 3rd load of the day – when I heard a strange buzzer.
I went into the laundry nook and smelled a strange, hot electrical odor and the buzzer was certainly urgent! I turned off the washing machine and unplugged it. The washer had threatened to catch on fire (I caught it in time – cord was very hot, and the machine was stinking). It wasn’t the electrical system. I was using the high setting on the water level and the heavy setting on the wash cycle – neither of which I use very often – and I think the bearings overheated. Whatever it was, had I not been there, the machine could have caught on fire!! I called the Ol’ Curmudgeon and he said the fire department was not necessary – just keep my eye on it. OK I can do this.
So – – – I was making lunch, keeping an eye on the washer at the same time. I made the mistake of turning my back and heard a thump!! It was Magnus – my Magnifi-cat. He had stolen a piece of pastrami off the counter not 3 feet away from me!! I chased that black furry hairball from hell all over the house until I caught him – hiding in his little box. He managed to eat 1/2 of the pastrami before I caught him. (Why is it important to not let him eat the pastrami? because he has FLUTD – Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease, and he is on a special diet. If he eats other stuff he can get really sick and possibly die OR he will upchuck it all over the rug. At the moment, I don’t know which option I was actually more worried about!) I locked him in the bathroom – until he either digested the 1/2 slice of pastrami or upchucked it. I was NOT going to have nasty surprises on the rug. The day had been too nasty already as it was.
I finished making lunch (new piece of pastrami, double-checked the washer – it was cool and didn’t stink anymore) and went into the living room to sit comfortably in my Laz-E-Boy to eat and discovered dear Magnus, in his desperate attempts to escape and gulp down that slice of pastrami, had turned over my travelmug of coffee (on the endtable that the Ol’ Curmudgeon and I use for a miscellaneous table between our chairs) as he leapt from place to place and chair to chair as I attempted to catch him – the coffee got all under the glass top of the table, so I had to stop, take everything off the top, remove the glass, etc. and my back, hips, knees and hands already hurt from chasing Magnus and dealing with the washer – which was still full of water and clothes.
Magnus was yowling, I was in “10-out-of-10” pain and in tears, not only from pain but from stress, and I just knew the Ol Curmudgeon was going to be upset when he got home and I – just – didn’t – need – that at that point!!
So what actually happened?
The Ol’ Curmudgeon came home, took one look at me and just put his arms around me me and said, “Oh, Baby,” and held me. The sweet ol’ thang!
Then he fixed a nice supper, after which he plugged the washer in again long enough to run the spin cycle to get rid of the water. Daugher-in-law from next door took charge of the dog-bone pillows I was trying to wash in that load and put them through her machine next door. Meanwhile, the Ol’ Curmudgeon and I talked about what we wanted / needed in terms of a new washer. Then we researched what was available in our area via the internet. We “looked” at Sears, Lowes, Home Depot, and a couple other local places. We researched the reviews of various brands and models. Finally, we had a list of 3 or 4 that were in our price range (cheaper range), and had adequate reviews.
The next day we went to Sears “scratch and dent” retail warehouse (there are some wonderful advantages to living in a large metro area), but were disappointed at their inventory. The retail warehouse is kind of like Marshall’s – you have to visit frequently in order to get a real bargain. But we didn’t have the luxury of visiting there every other day for a couple of weeks. We needed a washer NOW!
Next stop, Lowe’s. We looked, we found. I drooled over the cute little “munchkin” washer and it’s matching dryer (that we would not be getting, since our dryer was working just fine). The Ol’ Curmudgeon sent me off to investigate the soaps needed (which I already knew about, but I humored him because he was in a “pet” and hates shopping of ANY kind for ANY reason. Next thing I know, he called me over and informed me that we were getting the dryer too, and “Merry Douche-bag and Happy Humschnitchel, Happy Mother’s Day, Happy Birthday, and Merry Christmas for the next 2 years!” His reasoning? The washer and dryer were the same age and had the same usage. So the dryer was just as likely to “go” now and we might as well replace it now anyway.
We came home, the Ol’ Curmudgeon over-worked his back moving out the old washer and dryer. He even swept and mopped the area under where the old machines had been. “It was nasty,” he said. Bless his heart. I’ve never been a very good housekeeper – when I housekept at all, but I used to be able to clean and mop under pressure!! I really feel sooooo useless, sometimes – most of the time!!
Yesterday Lowe’s delivered and installed our little munchkin, high efficiency front-loading washer and dryer!! They are sooo cute and they work sooo well!!
Our little washer! Frigidaire Washer-LTF2140FS1. I took the picture with my cellphone. Isn’t it darling!?
Our little dryer! Frigidaire Dryer-LEQ1442ES1. I took the picture with my cellphone. Isn’t it darling!?
The Quinn House will be picking up the old washer and dryer tomorrow.
And today? Today is Thursday. The 5th and 6th loads have run. I’m happy. Just have to decide what height pedestal(s) I want. I’ve about decided on a full-width-of-the-nook, no drawer, 19-inch high pedestal. I figure no drawer because it will be easier to clean under it, and I could never bend over enough to make the drawer useful. So unless the Ol’ Curmudgeon has a use for the drawer(s), it will be an open, table-like pedestal. I have debated the possibility of the Woof helping me with unloading the dryer in the future. If I become too crippled to empty the dryer if it’s elevated to my waist level, then I’m going to be in too-bad shape to do my own laundry to begin with. I’ll be able to pull items out of the washer and put them into the dryer, then pull them out of the dryer and drop them into the basket with the washer and dryer that high. Putting clothes in the washer may require some assistance, but shouldn’t be much more difficult than now. I can put the basket or bag of clothes on a chair or stool to avoid all the repetitive bending, reaching and stretching.
So I’m a happy camper. If I’m a happy camper, the Ol’ Curmudgeon is happy. So life is good once again at The Pond!