Not the Mississippi overflow or anything like that … just the washing machine. It died. Water worked it’s way through the basement ceiling and narrowly missed the TV (oh, what a tragedy that would have been, eh?). So now we’re in the process of finding another one. Who knew that would be a pain in the butt. Do you know how many kinds there are out there? Some even steam clean, and promise to be the best thing since sliced bread.
But I’m a potter, and my happy hubby is a putzer … so we don’t need a steam cleaning marvel. We need a heavy duty model that will actually live through some real dirt (or mud in my case). In fact, I’ve got some studio towels right now that could probably stand up on their own, not to mention the aprons (I hate aprons, but the students seem to think they’d like to stop for groceries or something civilized like that after class. Imagine that!).
So I’ve wasted a good part of the day looking up appliances and talking to shops. Even went to one (where they ignored us, probably the muddy jeans …) and struck out, so I’ve got a call into Joyce Sweanors in good ould Port Hope. Here’s hoping the delivery truck comes out this way soon. Seems like no matter where I go or what I do, there’s some mud on me somewhere. In fact, went to a wedding reception last Saturday night. All gussied up, even a little make-up on, and looked down and sure enough, feet of clay. Danced anyway.
Have a great couple of ladies coming tonight. We’re going to get muddy together for sure. I’ll turn up the music and see if they can dance too!
Hope you’re having a great day,