A moment in the madness
Please note – all images only slightly related to content. Taken DURING events* described in content however, so I am sharing them to brighten this post anyway!
It’s been quite a week.
It started with my washing machine. I have a lovely little 8.5kg front loader which can do an awesome job on getting our oft-times filthy apparel clean as a whistle. Until it doesn’t. Until it gets all leaky-and-beepy-and-light-flashy on me.
Then it becomes the bane of my life.
And no matter how hard I WILLED it to come back to life, it refused.
I am heavily dependent on my washing machine. Two very active kiddos, two hard-working men and me (who gets slobbered on my enthusiastic poddy calves three times a day) produces a LOT of dirty clothes. I am a daily washer. Until last weekend.
On Tuesday I carted the machine an hour and a half to the nearest repairer, with the help of a receptionist hauled it out of the car, and wished it a speedy recovery.
I have since visited to the town laundromat (50km away), my mother’s and our long-suffering neighbours (the latter almost daily) to try to keep up with the avalanche of laundry. The chances of items getting waylaid in this process? Approximately 111%. Guaranteed.
Washing at someone else’s house has enlightened me to a strange fact: a minute in Front Loader Time is not the same as a minute in Human Time. It’s true. I timed it and it’s up to twice as long. (*Hence the photos in this post of blooms in my neighbour’s garden!)
Meanwhile the repairer is patiently dealing with daily pleading phone calls from me as they await parts to fix the problem.
Then the pool pump died. Those who know me, know how much pride I feel when I FINALLY get our huge in-ground pool (built by my father some 55 years ago) clear and clean. And it was. Until Tuesday afternoon. Despite the ministrations of our leaf-sucking pool robot and an enormous amount of chlorine, and much skimming, the pool is once again reverting to Shrek Swamp status. I believe parts are being waited on at that service shopfront too.
And yesterday, as I was about to leave the house to take Dash and Violet to their after-school cricket and swimming commitments, I noticed something horrible.
I distracted myself from my online break-in by cheering for my kiddos (who are holding their own at the local swimming club), feeding them fish and chips in the car on the way home. After tucking their weary little bodies into bed, I settled in to a nice spot of blog-fixing. Soooooo much fun. (Yes, I took a glass of wine with me!).
Don’t ask me why, but (according to my host contact in Houston, Texas) it’s possible that someone decided to hack and disable this little blog. Nice. I felt a little sorry for my host support person, as I tried to go all Nancy Drew for them, investigating my blog traffic to try to nail the offender. He was very patient with me too.
Apparently I shouldn’t give up my day job!
To top it off it is VERY hot here today. Hot and supremely sweaty, adding to the laundry aroma impressively! I am frantically watering our lawn to keep it from turning up it’s crunchy toes…
The moral of today’s yarn?
Don’t lend me anything electronic/computery/mechanical.
Eventually even I have trouble seeing the beauty in the chaos that seems to reign.
Please wish me luck in getting everything up and running again. And not breaking it again.
And while you are wishing and a praying, some real rain would be nice too!
And a smelly pile of laundry,