Dick worked on our washer/dryer all afternoon yesterday, trying to get the drum to line back up. There was some fussin' and cussin' and nicking of knuckles...and the occasional come hold this assistance needed. He even called the repairman to discuss possibilities, and the repairman said in his six years of fixin', he had never heard of our problem. Great! Leave it to us to pave the way for the professional. Dick will definitely call and tell him how he finally fixed it.
And of course we had a deadline for him to get cleaned up so we could go out to dinner with friends. We were only about 20 minutes late, because he wanted to get that sucker fixed and back into place. See how it blocks the hallway? So back into place it went, all hooked up but not tried out and off to dinner we went.
When we got home, full of blackened Mahi, he put the door back on the washer, then the wooden doors back on the cabinet it sits in. I fed a load of laundry inside, shut the door, and turned it on. Success...happiness...and one back rub for my sweetie. It was hard work, bending over this thing and lifting and squatting. His back is getting too old for this kind of work!
No schlepping laundry to the laundromat. Hallelujah! We now have one load of darks done...and the whites are happily spinning. I love that sound. Roll, Tide, roll!
Thanks, honey. You are the bestest fix-it guy. I guess you think this is my Valentine's present, right? I know...I'll buy YOU flowers...and chocolate. And you don't even have to share the chocolate. That's true love. Besides, I do have a new potato pearl necklace. It was draped across that lovely bag of *stuff* from Tuesday Morning. Nice.
So what are you doing for your sweetie for Valentine's Day tomorrow? Dick, you get another back rub. I promise.