Monday, July 11, 2016

Washer and Dryer

I have taken to noticing, of late, many of the things I take for granted in our home.  We are getting ready to do a major overhaul of the third floor (the kitchen will require a winning lottery ticket), but the rest of the house is ok. 

I have been noticing, in particular, that lights work at the touch of a switch, and water at the turn of a faucet handle.  I don't know why, but it seems important these days to acknowledge the easy privilege with which we live.

Not that we are talking perfection here.  The washing machine abandoned the delicate cycle years ago, and gave up on consistent spinning sometime last winter.  So . . .  I released the concept of a delicate wash to the universe, and spent many late nights and early mornings heaving heavy, water-laden loads of clean wash into the dryer for two or three cycles.  Whatever.

The final straw came last week, when the dryer ceased to spin.  We could spread wet laundry across the deck and patio furniture as an emergency measure, but that was not a long-term solution.

The new appliances came today, and the delivery guys magically maneuvered them down the narrow and twisting 100-year old basement staircase.  And a   little while ago, I folded the first pile of clean towels in a week.

I'm sure that they smell delicious, but having no sense of smell (another story), I wouldn't know anything about that. What I do know is that they felt wonderfully clean and soft and warm.

And much as I would like to live on the banks of any sort of body of water, I am extremely grateful that I am not required to do laundry therein!