Today, exactly 72 days, yes you heard right, 72 days after the day we moved in, we did our first load of laundry! Yippee! Let me clarify that, this is not the first time we are doing laundry since the move, simply the first time in our new home. I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression.
How have we been managing you may ask? Once again, I have to thank my friends (thank you friends) who were kind enough to have us over, feed us, let us sit on their furniture (a real treat, at the time), and do our laundry. You can never really appreciate something as simple as doing laundry at home, until you can no longer do it! So naturally, any opportunity that arose was taken advantage of. You’d like to invite us to dinner? Why we’d love to! Let us know what kind of wine you’d like us to bring with our detergent.
One of the most frustrating aspects of these 72 days was the fact that the washer and dryer were in the garage virtually the entire time. When I go out in the morning, there they are. When I come home in the evening, there they are. I could feel their presence taunting me. We’re right here… but you can’t use us. Finally, enough was enough! The ridiculous carpet had been removed, the beautiful new tile had been laid, and the walls, ceiling, and cabinet had been painted a bright and shiny white. It was time!
We can’t see them, but we know they’re there
In part we had been delaying their installation due to the fact that their size and weight closely approximate that ofÂ a baby, or possibly an adult, elephant (I’m thinking of calling them Dumbo and Mrs. Jumbo), and we thought we might need some hired muscle. Then out of the blue this afternoon John turned to me and said, “I think I’m going to get the washer and dryer ready to move into the house”. I wasn’t sure whether I was in the middle of a dream, or a nightmare, and there were several times later in the afternoon when I still found myself wondering the same thing. But after no fewer than three separate trips to the hardware storeÂ andÂ much grunting and grumbling by all concerned, I’ll be darned if those beasts, I mean glorious machines of the modern age, aren’t in their spots in the laundry room!
And tonight I will fall asleep listening to the gentle swish of the washing machine and the soft hum of the dryer. Are there any two more beautiful sounds in the entire world??? I think not.