It’s been about 10 days since I’ve been without a washing machine. Doing a few loads of laundry at a nearby laundromat hasn’t been awful. It doesn’t take long either. The heavy duty machines are fast. I bring the damp, clean clothes home to my dryer or clothesline.
That doesn’t mean I want to do it forever.
I ordered the new washer right after the old one broke and found the repair estimate too high. Buying a new one became my preferred choice. Plus I just wanted something different.
The interminable wait for delivery sucks.
Today is the delivery day! I was assigned a three-hour window. That’s no problem because I’m at home today. I moved both cars into the street. Our jackets got moved away from the top of the stairway down to the basement. I have made sure the path from truck to space next to the dryer is as clear as possible -- so there’s nothing else to delay the installation of my new washing machine.
This afternoon I’ve set aside time to read the manual cover-to-cover. I don’t want to risk not learning about some setting or feature that I will find useful.
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This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
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