1. I've visited a little side street in New Orleans, and of course, being Monday, it's laundry day. Red beans and Rice are inside cooking right now.
2. I've visited a ranch where they free-range their laundry. It's much more humane than tumbling the poor things around in a dryer. The socks get separated and there is much mooing, or braying, or mewing, or whatever sound socks make when they are apart.
3. I've visited La-La land where there is much discussion with a broken appliance regarding it's ability to dry clothing. Particularly clothing that a certain son needed to pack for camp at 11:50 pm, Saturday night. In La-La land, I have more discussions with said appliance on Sunday. I keep giving it another chance to be the fine, upstanding 2 year old that it should be. It keeps sticking its tongue out at me, like all 2 year olds do! It tells me to get out the close-pins and season them in the sunshine, so I can make cute little reindeer replicas at Christmas.
Have you guessed yet?
I'm all for going green, just not unexpectedly! It's amazing that I even had any close pins. I couldn't figure out why there weren't a hundred in the bag like it said on the outside. I could have used the missing ones, but they are painted brown, have googly eyes on them, have brown pipe cleaners glued on, and tiny red fuzzy things glued on for noses. Have any idea what I made?
When I discovered, very late on Saturday night that the dryer wasn't working, I did what any other good mother would do---I told Thomas he'd have to pick out some different clothes to take to camp. Luckily, he could tell that my need for sleep was greater than his need to take a certain shirt to camp. Never get between a mom and her pillow! Thanks, Thomas, for not fussing!!
Sunday dawned and I took another look. I thought maybe it had miraculously cured itself during the night. Taken a Tums or something? Not! I can hear when the gas lights up, but it won't stay on. It burns for a moment and then shuts off---over and over. My dryer is one of those new front loading ones. It has a "dry" sensor. You can dry your clothes to damp, slightly dry, dryer than that, dry, and down right crispy. I'm guessing that the sensor is on vacation in Alaska, tired of the heat.
Here it is Monday night and I haven't done anything more than horrify myself online reading about appliance nightmares. Originally, I was looking for a "Certified GE Repairman". I got sticker shock at their "just to come out and look" price and started net-surfing. I opened something called Consumeraffairs.com. Scary, scary stuff! Folks write in with their complaints about appliances. I called Lee at camp and told him I was headed out to get a washboard, some line and some clothes pins, 'cuz we aren't going to buy one more new appliance, ever, ever again!
Our 'top of the line' kitchen appliances (Kenmore Elite) have been nothing but trouble. Don't buy them! We thought we'd done the right research when buying new washer and dryer units. We went with GE. Lotta good it did us. Obviously, this has turned into a rant. I am channeling my dead parents when I say, "Why can't they make things to last like they used to?" But really, why?!
I'm gonna stop. I'm tired and sweaty from hanging socks and towels and t-shirts out for all my neighbors to see. Luckily I have some nice pool chairs to lay our dainties on. I want the neighbors to still invite us to their 4th of July party. I'm not sure that seeing my underwear is the way to ensure that invite.