And The Next Thing Is...

As I mentioned, we got home from Saskatchewan, & the washer broke. The man made the diagnosis, and the next day we went shopping for a new one.

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Because in a house with two small people, one of whom is (usually) in cloth diapers, you need a washing machine.

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We found a groovy new machine - top load HE with no center thinger & with a clear lid. I anticipate many happy hours - or at least a couple minutes - idly watching it wash. We also found a new fridge & stove, because the stove is a little dodgy (two elements work fine; one does not work at all, and one is, well, odd) and because I have been in love with C____'s fridge for a long time. The longer I loved her fridge, the less I liked ours. I'm tickled to be welcoming a french door/bottom drawer freezer into our home tomorrow, along with a stove with five elements that ALL work, and a washing machine that I can watch swish stuff around. Expect photos.

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Of course, the cable box has also just crapped out. I'd spent a little bit of the holiday missing the 'rewind' & 'pause' function for live tv. Now, it's dead. Sort of a permanent pause, I suspect. It's okay; it just feels like an expensive week.

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And I feel all achey and crappy, so at the risk of being the next thing in the house to break, I think I'm going to have a nap after I finish clearing off the top of the old fridge. I could spin (I'm totally digging the Ashford Joy thus far) or knit, but I don't really feel like it. Which is the biggest warning sign about impending ailments that I know of! To heck with taking my temperature! Offer me some yarn, and watch the response.

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I wonder if I should get a Medic Alert bracelet that notes "Highly Responsive to Fiber"?