Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Ode to washing machines
Then last night he called about something else, but asked if I had found anything. I told him "Yep. They are delivering it Thursday." Whaaaat? Then much laughter. We discussed price, features, etc. and I was finally told that he thought I'd gotten a good deal. Glory be..... I told him I was not going to drive the thing--I was just going to wash clothes with it, so after the decision of agitator or no agitator, it was a quick decision from there. But here's the funniest part. He wanted me to be sure and not let them haul off my old one. He wants to blow it up at the farm, like he did his old one. Be. my. guest.
Washing clothes is one of my most favorite things in the world, because it says all is right with the world, and you will shortly have clean, fresh smelling clothes. For the longest time, I thought I was the only person who felt that way. After a little research, I found out I am one among many who feel that way. When my laundry is all done, and put away, I can handle just about anything. It's that neat, straight, clean thing. I feel at peace with the world and all Zen. See why I had to have that washer pronto? It's a quality of life issue.