The nice repair man came and fixed our washing machine.

Phew…

No flattened coinage was found (double phew).

It was the same nice man who came out a few months back………….to fix the same machine.

 

 

I feel sure I’ll be seeing him again…

 

 

 

 

He made no comment about my mounded trail of diatomaceous earth surrounding the washer…………

 

He made no comment about how dirty we all looked………(it was a cold day so we still smelled acceptable)…

………we hadn’t been able to do the laundry for almost a week…….

He’s a nice man.

 

…………..Patrice (my dear friend & my over-alls) was almost able to stand all by herself…………….and some of the horse feed grains that were stuck in her pockets and cuffs had started to germinate.

Getting the clothes washer repaired & up-and-running was a paramount necessity.

It was good that this absence of laundering occurred in a cold month like January…………had it occurred in the middle of summer…………..we would all have been odiferously-heady and vulnerable to the PC-Police.

Patrice is now being soaked and washed…………….and soaked and washed……………and maybe another rotation for good measure.

She was “that” bad…

One of the reasons could easily have been that I recently stood too close to the pig pen when one of our sows learned how to do the Fosbury Flop over the fencing.    (*****Fosbury Flop Definition***** )

Pigs are messy…

 

Some of that mud is indelible…

How can bacon smell so good coming from a pig that smells so bad?………..

 

 

Maybe at this juncture I should avow that I won’t toss pennies into the clothes washer anymore to see if they’ll come out flattened like the last ones………….

Maybe I should make that promise to myself…and our washer…and the nice repair man…………….?

……………I’ll have to think about that………….

Yes, I do.                  And yes, I will.

Oh and by the way, the nice repairman said that the drive-cam (i.e.  the “splutch-assembly”—–I kid you not) needed replacing…………..whatever that is…