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I have a story to tell..... It is one of strength, endurance, and perserverance. It is not an ordinary blog story.It is not a love story........It is a sad story....It is a funny story......It could even be considered an angry story...........But it is my story.........
It all began in July of 2007. An ordinary day, an ordinary load of laundry. Everything was going just as planned:
And that's when the problems began........... My spinner was broken! Ok I will just deal with it. And I did. I simply gave it a quick spin manually, and soon, it would be spinning just fine. But, as you know, you cannot enter the spin cycle with the lid to the washer open. So, I had to get a very thin object to press down the safety button, so I could stick my arm into the washer, and make it spin. Never try this. It is dangerous. I kept imagining my arm getting sucked in and no one knowing what happened to me. Thankfully this did not happen. What did happen was the safety latch broke. So, my next job was to find something small enough to clip it together, and I can't even explain it unless you see it. A clothes pin did the trick. Now, I can leave the washer lid open, and spin the clothes. The problem with push starting it, though, was if the load was too heavy I would have to remove a good portion of the clothing, and spin it in three different trys. So one load of laundry, suddenly became three. Now, if you know anything about us, you know there are a lot of us. Two adults, two teens, one preteen, and two young boys.Not to mention that Alexx brings their laundry here as well. So, now that my one load has become three, it takes a lot longer to get the masses under control. And there are a lot of masses. One day produces 7 pairs of socks. 7 under garments. 7 outfits. Some towels(I make certain individuals use the same towel twice).Dish towels, and sheets can vary. So, maybe you have a bit of a picture. I would take one, but that is just too personal. Mind you, this is just one days worth. This went on until today. Today was a new dawn. Today was the day of reckoning. Today, patience has paid off. Today was the last day I have to spin my own laundry. Mind you, my ancestors probably knew nothing except for a tub and a wash board, but who wants to live in the past? Laundry happens to be(well used to be) my favorite household chore. For the last 6 months, it was more of a form of torture. But...I endured it. I knew there was a light at the end of my tunnel. And, today was the end. A few days ago, our personal human angel(I know that is an oxymoron, but it's the only way to describe him) dropped off this "new to us" washer. Actually, I think it is new. But he needed to replace it because of a leak.(Mike fixed the leak) Today, Mike installed it. Today, I ran to do the laundry. I am waiting for the cycle to end to do another load. It can be my favorite chore again. Unless you have experienced this unfortunate circumstance, you cannot possibly fully understand the magnitude of the problem. Nor do I want you to. No one should. But it could have been worse. There are worse things. I just don't understand why it even had to happen. I never complained about the mountains of laundry. In fact, I encouraged my friends to use that time in their day to pray for their family. You know, every piece of clothing meant that you had people to wash for. A family. A husband. Children. I love folding their clothes, and thinking of them, and even praying for that particular family member. So, I wonder why I even had to go through that. Another time my dryer didn't work. Back in NY. In the summer it was fine, I love to hang out the clothes. But in the winter? My basement was a laundry hanging room. Wow. I guess maybe so I could just practice the fine art of not complaining. (that's why I am writing this now while I am happy about laundry, rather than then when I, uh, wasn't so happy). Maybe it is...just because. Oh well, doesn't matter why anyway. Usually doesn't. So that is my story, and I'm stickin' with it. I hope you enjoyed it and weren't too disappointed that there wasn't more action. I guess some of my friends(ahem, carm) would have thought it more of a comedy if I had gotten pulled into the washer while push starting it. I am glad that didn't happen. So thank you Kelly. Thank you for giving us that washer. That beautiful spin-on-its-own washer.Thank you for all things you have given us and done for us. Your friendship is invaluable. May your gift of giving be an inspiration to all who read this real life story. |
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I have a story to tell..... It is one of strength, endurance, and perserverance. It is not an ordinary blog story.It is not a love story........It is a sad story....It is a funny story......It could even be considered an angry story...........But it is my story.........
It all began in July of 2007. An ordinary day, an ordinary load of laundry. Everything was going just as planned:
And that's when the problems began........... My spinner was broken! Ok I will just deal with it. And I did. I simply gave it a quick spin manually, and soon, it would be spinning just fine. But, as you know, you cannot enter the spin cycle with the lid to the washer open. So, I had to get a very thin object to press down the safety button, so I could stick my arm into the washer, and make it spin. Never try this. It is dangerous. I kept imagining my arm getting sucked in and no one knowing what happened to me. Thankfully this did not happen. What did happen was the safety latch broke. So, my next job was to find something small enough to clip it together, and I can't even explain it unless you see it. A clothes pin did the trick. Now, I can leave the washer lid open, and spin the clothes. The problem with push starting it, though, was if the load was too heavy I would have to remove a good portion of the clothing, and spin it in three different trys. So one load of laundry, suddenly became three. Now, if you know anything about us, you know there are a lot of us. Two adults, two teens, one preteen, and two young boys.Not to mention that Alexx brings their laundry here as well. So, now that my one load has become three, it takes a lot longer to get the masses under control. And there are a lot of masses. One day produces 7 pairs of socks. 7 under garments. 7 outfits. Some towels(I make certain individuals use the same towel twice).Dish towels, and sheets can vary. So, maybe you have a bit of a picture. I would take one, but that is just too personal. Mind you, this is just one days worth. This went on until today. Today was a new dawn. Today was the day of reckoning. Today, patience has paid off. Today was the last day I have to spin my own laundry. Mind you, my ancestors probably knew nothing except for a tub and a wash board, but who wants to live in the past? Laundry happens to be(well used to be) my favorite household chore. For the last 6 months, it was more of a form of torture. But...I endured it. I knew there was a light at the end of my tunnel. And, today was the end. A few days ago, our personal human angel(I know that is an oxymoron, but it's the only way to describe him) dropped off this "new to us" washer. Actually, I think it is new. But he needed to replace it because of a leak.(Mike fixed the leak) Today, Mike installed it. Today, I ran to do the laundry. I am waiting for the cycle to end to do another load. It can be my favorite chore again. Unless you have experienced this unfortunate circumstance, you cannot possibly fully understand the magnitude of the problem. Nor do I want you to. No one should. But it could have been worse. There are worse things. I just don't understand why it even had to happen. I never complained about the mountains of laundry. In fact, I encouraged my friends to use that time in their day to pray for their family. You know, every piece of clothing meant that you had people to wash for. A family. A husband. Children. I love folding their clothes, and thinking of them, and even praying for that particular family member. So, I wonder why I even had to go through that. Another time my dryer didn't work. Back in NY. In the summer it was fine, I love to hang out the clothes. But in the winter? My basement was a laundry hanging room. Wow. I guess maybe so I could just practice the fine art of not complaining. (that's why I am writing this now while I am happy about laundry, rather than then when I, uh, wasn't so happy). Maybe it is...just because. Oh well, doesn't matter why anyway. Usually doesn't. So that is my story, and I'm stickin' with it. I hope you enjoyed it and weren't too disappointed that there wasn't more action. I guess some of my friends(ahem, carm) would have thought it more of a comedy if I had gotten pulled into the washer while push starting it. I am glad that didn't happen. So thank you Kelly. Thank you for giving us that washer. That beautiful spin-on-its-own washer.Thank you for all things you have given us and done for us. Your friendship is invaluable. May your gift of giving be an inspiration to all who read this real life story. |
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