The four horses of the Apocalypse raced through our tiny laundry room today and left behind a horrible smell - burnt plastic. My 6 year old Kenmore Elite HE3 washer is officially dead. The noise she made was deafening when she took her last spin through the rinse cycle. A repair man has been called. Plans are being made for a funeral and many trips to the laundromat. In lieu of flowers we are collecting quarters.
We are NOT calling Sears Blue Team because we had such a bad experience with one of their repairmen and it was never addressed, despite repeated calls and a cordial letter of complaint. It's not under warranty because the extended plan cost more then the washer, so if it can't be fixed reasonably, we'll be washer shopping. I consulted Consumer Reports before this purchase and felt confident that is was a good choice, but now I am seeing so many others complain about the same issues I have had with it. If you love your trouble free front load washer and don't have to spend a fortune on Affresh to reduce the mold smell every month, please let me know! Thank you!
My washer chose the wrong day to give up the ghost and spew forth sharp shards of plastic all over my very wet laundry - I was only on the third load of darks after a week of laundry neglect. We are all running low on underwear and Storyteller is completely out. Don't worry - I remember how to hand wash! I even have some decent rubber gloves which is a really good thing since my hands are a mess.
I noticed they were a mess when I was making some sweet little felted wool pins inspired by Betz White - aren't they fun? I love the way the teal one worked out with the slight variation where my cutting slide into a lighter stripe! These are so quick and easy to make - I can't wait to look through my wool scraps and make some more.
I've been a bit distracted though - all week long I've felt 'draggy' and tired - more so than usual and if you know anything about liver disease, you know that's significant. Hence, the laundry neglect - among other things. Dreamer had a cold last Saturday and Sunday but was better Monday. Storyteller had a slight cold Tuesday, was better Wednesday and ''caught it again" Thursday afternoon. The Historian has been tired too and thought that he might be fighting something, but he was at work each day. I've been taking as many immune supporting herbs and vitamins as is recommended by the liver specialist and washing my hands until they are raw, but by mid-afternoon yesterday, I officially had a miserable cold.
This morning I did what any rational woman who couldn't sleep all night because I was too busy aching all over the blowing my nose would do - I made cinnamon rolls. I've made Pioneer Woman's recipe twice now and this time they turned out very well. Except for the fact that some of the butter escaped and made a terrible smokey smudge in my kitchen. Now the oven needs a cleaning again, but it was worth it! Yum! I ate two, which isn't really a good idea, but after the four horses of the Apocalypse raced through our tiny laundry room, I needed something to calm my nerves. The Historian ran to the grocery story for more Kleenex after I polished off my third box - do you see what he brought me? Toy Story Kleenex. Little smile. He bought me Popsicles too. Bigger smile. I am so spoiled!
It's easier to find joy in the middle of burnt plastic, a dead washer, mountains of dirty laundry, a greasy smelly oven, a nose that is running like a tap, hands so raw they are bleeding and not one thing checked off my Saturday to-do list when I look into the eyes of my gentle, godly husband and know he is praying us through another temporary trial.
Biggest smile of all.
God is good.