Fuck this 'Little House On The Prairie' bullshit.Submitted by skrapmetal at 2013-09-09 09:04:38 EDT
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In my household, we like to think of ourselves as capable, reasonably smart, problem solving types that don't flinch in the face of adversity and who can rise to any challenge without becoming discouraged. Thusfar that'd pretty much proven out to be the case. Until last night, that is, when we realized how soft and dependent on contrivances we had both become. See, what hap'm was... the clothes washer failed.
The washer didn't fail in a catastrophic way, with water and suds spewing everywhere like some bad TV sitcom. Nope. It just got to a point in it's cycle that it was supposed to move the drum, and it didn't. It behaved like it was doing so as far as the timer knob was concerned, it just didn't move. As you might expect, the failure of the washing machine occurred when there were clothes in it. And as is often the case for some unknown reason, they were particularly important clothes. And there they were, sitting in the detergent and water, not rotating even a little bit.
The ASKO W6221 washing machine is a fairly decent device (when it is working properly, obviously) that does a fine job of cleaning the clothes witout damaging them. It's a front-loader and the thing I like about it is that it makes it's own hot water so I don't run out while doing laundry and taking a shower. More convenient than you might guess. I do my laundry and MLW does hers and we both like a front-loading hot-water-making quiet washing machine. Replacing it would be spendy so I decided to fix it. An hour's work with hand tools and a voltmeter, and I determined that the problem was that either the motor brushes were worn out (likely as the thing is 8 years old) or the motor had gone in some other manner. An internet search or two, a few clicks, a credit card number entered, and the replacement motor is on it's way. That's not the story. The story is what happened in the meantime.
In the meantime, those items of MLW's ridiculously overpriced show riding clothes that could be gentle-washed before being hung to dry for days were sitting in the detergent and water, not being washed. The ASKO people, loveable Swedes that they are, provided a method for draining the washer. It's a hose at the bottom that you can unplug and point toward a low-walled pan. Fill that pan a few times and the sensor that prevents you from opening the door if the water level is too high stops doing that, and you can open the door and remove the sopping wet soapy clothes.
We brought the clothes to the bathtub. She filled it with cold water and, kneeling side by side next to the tub, we started swishing the clothes around to agitate them a little. Wring them out and drop them back in for a repeat. And another. And another. Horses, it turns out, are dirty creatures. Drain the dirty water, and refill it to rinse away the soap. More wringing and rerinsing and wringing and rerinsing. One final wring and up on the line over the tub to drain. It took about an hour to do all that for 10 items of clothing and two saddle pads, at the end of which I was bored, wet, annoyed.
I remarked that I rather appreciate the washing machine now, and MLW's response was that not long ago we'd be smacking the clothes on a rock down at the creek a mile or so away from the log cabin. I reminded her that *she'd* be schlepping the clothes back and forth to the creek for rock-smacking as I would be out behind the mule tilling fields or off in the woods hunting or some such, since laundry back then was work for the womenfolk. We agreed that the people who today have to do that sort of labor to accomplish the (until yesterday) practically invisible task of cleaning clothes have it harder than we do, and these mechanical contrivances and devices we think we just use but really rely on are actually sort of a blessing. I would not choose to wash clothes by smacking them on a rock. I can do it, but I'd rather not. We also agreed that ordering the motor with overnight shipping was a good idea.
Quasi-related pic below (not MLW riding).