Ahhh, Sunday. Princess Flapdoodle the Operatic Dachshund and I did the weekly garbage run. Started a batch of bread. Realized I didn't have much else planned for the day. Mrs. Hippie started laundry.
I was cleaning up in the kitchen when the thought occurred to me, "My. Sounds like the old washer's been filling for a while. Better check that out."
It was, I did, and that's when the creative cussing started. Long story shorter our old washer decided it was a good day to die. Mostly we have tile floors, and I have a wet/dry vac. Some of the carpet in my office and the bedroom was wet. More vacuuming. Set up some fans. We had planned on different floors, so the baseboards have been off a while. Years. That's how it goes.
Coaxed the old machine to drain, fill, rinse and spin. Mrs. Hippie is amazing that way. Moved a bunch of stuff to dry ground, hauled out the old machine. A dry day, fortunately. The carpets were pretty much dry by bedtime.
We had to go to town for some farm supplies on Monday. Mrs. Hippie decided she wanted to replace the laundry tub as well, so we hit the store where we bought the last one about 10 years ago. That went in the truck with the bale of shavings and chick starter bags. Tuesday I went back to town and bought a new washer. Wednesday I put in the new washer, then had to get the new laundry tub in because of how the drain works in there. Sometimes the tub gets a little backwash from the washer.
So the new laundry tub has legs 1.5 inches shorter than the old one, and a 2 inch greater depth. Without going into too much detail let's just say that I had an engineering job, plus another trip to town, and way too much fooling around but I got it in there. I had to move a wall shelf up to to do it; just a minor annoyance, all told. Oh, and she wanted a new backsplash behind the tub faucet set.
I think I went through my entire vocabulary of objurgation, denunciation, plain old wash-your-mouth-out profanity and "Change the Sacred Name of Arkansas" about three times through. I drank some coffee. I forgot to shave on Wednesday. My back feels like Magillah the Killah has mopped the ring with me. Well. If you've been wondering where I've wandered off to this week, there's your answer.
Takeaway for the masses: Get a decent wet/dry shop vac and know where it is.
O.H.
I was cleaning up in the kitchen when the thought occurred to me, "My. Sounds like the old washer's been filling for a while. Better check that out."
It was, I did, and that's when the creative cussing started. Long story shorter our old washer decided it was a good day to die. Mostly we have tile floors, and I have a wet/dry vac. Some of the carpet in my office and the bedroom was wet. More vacuuming. Set up some fans. We had planned on different floors, so the baseboards have been off a while. Years. That's how it goes.
Coaxed the old machine to drain, fill, rinse and spin. Mrs. Hippie is amazing that way. Moved a bunch of stuff to dry ground, hauled out the old machine. A dry day, fortunately. The carpets were pretty much dry by bedtime.
We had to go to town for some farm supplies on Monday. Mrs. Hippie decided she wanted to replace the laundry tub as well, so we hit the store where we bought the last one about 10 years ago. That went in the truck with the bale of shavings and chick starter bags. Tuesday I went back to town and bought a new washer. Wednesday I put in the new washer, then had to get the new laundry tub in because of how the drain works in there. Sometimes the tub gets a little backwash from the washer.
So the new laundry tub has legs 1.5 inches shorter than the old one, and a 2 inch greater depth. Without going into too much detail let's just say that I had an engineering job, plus another trip to town, and way too much fooling around but I got it in there. I had to move a wall shelf up to to do it; just a minor annoyance, all told. Oh, and she wanted a new backsplash behind the tub faucet set.
I think I went through my entire vocabulary of objurgation, denunciation, plain old wash-your-mouth-out profanity and "Change the Sacred Name of Arkansas" about three times through. I drank some coffee. I forgot to shave on Wednesday. My back feels like Magillah the Killah has mopped the ring with me. Well. If you've been wondering where I've wandered off to this week, there's your answer.
Takeaway for the masses: Get a decent wet/dry shop vac and know where it is.
O.H.
