Ordinary Blessings
Hot water and clean clothes, mercies indeed.
The washing machine quit, right in the middle of swishing around a full load of bedding. The machine sat still, its drum full of water and setting forth the genesis of laundry begetting yet more laundry by the minute on the floor by its side. It was hard not to sigh, and I probably didn’t try too hard not to.
I was so happy with this machine: an older, boxy, refurnished Kenmore that didn’t have any of the screens or bells and whistles that promise the sparkling world of high tech cleaning but deliver a Twilight Zone of never ending “load weighing” and a slow wash sashay of seemingly indifference to the actual amount of laundry I need to do every day. The first time I did a wash in my new-to-me top loading Kenmore with the clunky buttons, I was amazed at how fast it did the job and how it energetically slapped the buzzer down to let me know.
But that was five months ago. Now, I had to consider how to pull out a hundred pounds of soggy comforters and not…