Our Washing machine died 2 days before we left for Burlington (resulting in my first visit to a laundromat in well over 15 years.) The repairman told us that the drum had broken and, since our machine was over 20 years old, even if we could find a replacement drum for it (unlikely) it would cost us several hundred dollars to have it replaced. The more logical solution (of course) was to buy a new washer. The wonder-hubby, Jeffrey, went shopping, found and purchased a washer, and scheduled its delivery for the first available date: today. So our little vacation was extended by a day, to await the arrival of our new appliance.
It will come as no shock that, despite requesting a morning delivery, we got a call at 1:00 telling us the delivery time would be between 3:00 and 6:00.
I’ll wait as you all gasp in surprise at this unpredictable occurrence of events.
At approximately 3:45pm, the delivery men arrived. We held our breath as they maneuvered the new washer in and down a narrow hallway and flight of stairs to our basement, then hauled the old one up and out of the house.
Then we began the “can we hook the new washer up to the pre-existing drainage system” dance, which lasted about 45 minutes. Eventually, with some creative clamping, they married the new system to the old and, after a few test drains, declared the new washer up and running.
We’re on our second load (of laundry, you pervs!) and so far, so good.
We have become so acclimated to our first world, modern conveniences, being without one of them, for barely a week, seems like torture.
I know how fortunate we are, and how privileged we are compared to the majority of the world, to have so many convenient appliances, and the ability to replace one, quickly, without it hurting us (too much) financially.
Still, it’s a relief to be able to launder my knickers at home again. ( It would be different if we had a laundromat like that found in the movie “My Beautiful Laundrette.” )