Brown season…

I went down into the deep, dark recesses of our basement to do my least favorite chore this morning…laundry.  I put a load in a couple days ago but had forgotten about it with the kids being around for Thanksgiving and all.  I was not a happy camper when I opened the lid to the machine.  The clothes were still pretty wet.  Apparently, the spin cycle didn’t do its thing.  Thinking that it was just unbalanced…sort of like me, I tried it again.  Now it smelled a bit like burning rubber.  Yikes!

 

Not knowing how to handle the situation and with sinister visions of laundromats dancing in my head, I stuffed the pretty wet clothes into the drier and turned it on.  It refused to turn.  #%^#*!!  Curses!  Washers and dryers never go bad at the same time.  That’s one of those Laws of Life.  That’s why you always have a mis-matched pair.

Well, I was wrong about the dryer apparently.  Greg, having a cooler head when it comes to laundry based appliances, decided it was just that I overstuffed the damn thing and when he unstuffed it, it worked.  So Michael, our local appliance repairman, will be here this afternoon to fix the washer, I hope, because I don’t want a new washing machine.  He thinks he’s coming to fix the dryer, too.  I wonder if he’ll be happy or sad to find out that only one of those machines needs his attention.  I’ll let you know if I remember to.

This wasn’t what I had intended to write about today.  I was going to post pictures of brown things and come up with some “words of wisdom” concerning the changing of the seasons, philosopher that I am.  But now, all I have on my mind is that damn laundry.  I’ll post the pictures I have ready, but I have no words of wisdom, they are awaiting a repaired spin cycle.