I had planned another post, a better post. But this post ate that post.
This will be short and sweet.
My washing machine has died. It will wash, it will fill, it will drain, it will not spin.
No spin, no way.
Just a really angry and terrible noise. Squealing and metal. It sounds like something from Transformers.
And so, for the rest of the afternoon I will be wringing out small batches from the very big load of darks that I had washed. Wring out all the water and then attempt to dry small batches in the dryer.
And I will be thinking about what to do.
Fix the 10 year old washer?
Look to purchase an inexpensive new one?
Join a nudist colony in a warmer climate?
Just kidding about the last one. I needed some levity. I have already shed a boat load of tears this afternoon.
This is not the way I wanted to get back into the swing of things after 10 days in Tucson.