We had a big wind storm yesterday followed by a brief power outage and then, just under an inch of snow. And all before noon! Today, it’s freezing rain and maybe later, warmer rain to melt everything away. Or maybe that’ll happen Saturday. Either way, Dad couldn’t get into work and Mom already had the days off. We don’t get snow often here so it’s usually a bigger deal on the TV news than in reality. No disappointment there. They said we’d get between 1 and 4 inches. Nope. It was pretty anyway.
Having already had hers, Viola gobbles down Tessa’s breakfast because some tuxie girl decided today’s the day for sleeping late! You snooze, you lose around here.
What we see here isn’t Quint on a leisurely stroll or heading toward something that peaked his interest, perhaps Pia eating ants or Tessa glaring at Viola as she rips up a chair cover. No, Quint is practicing the fine art of Skedaddling, of departing the area quickly. Today, our 5 month old washer is being fixed at long last. Quint’s not fond of workers in the house. He’s got better places to be and who could blame him? Workers are noisy.
Now, about that washer, we’ve decided to cut our losses. Somehow, after owning it just 4 months and about a dozen very light wash loads, its transmission mother board and switch mechanism deep inside under the drum broke. We are done with things breaking around here. We’re done with replacing things that seem to be worse quality than ever before. So, we’re going to sell this washer at a loss and will look for something different, something that doesn’t involve use of a 5 gallon bucket and a clothes plunger.
The washer was new and had both a 1 year warranty from Whirlpool and an additional 5 year warranty Mom insisted upon. It was purchased from a very reputable appliance store who, while advertising the Best Service and the Best People, were willing to work with us on getting it fixed after three very, very long weeks of daily hand laundry, is not willing to entertain the idea that this washer may be a lemon and perhaps they should swap it with a different one or even take it back. They’re calling it Buyer’s Remorse. Hmm, maybe. Or maybe this washer is just crap?
We are not entertaining the outside possibility that once fixed, this washer will run and run and run perfectly and beautifully over the next 37 and a half years without a peep of trouble. It’s noisy and clangs horribly upon start and stop and spins off in its own world with just 9 articles of light clothing inside which includes 4 sock-lettes. No, let someone else enjoy that possibility. We’re done and we won’t miss it.
After it’s fixed today, the plan is to sell it at a deep discount. We’re placing an order for a sturdy Speed Queen washer this time around, it being Mom’s original choice before she got a veto from Dad and the cats who all for some reason, love Whirlpool appliances.
What? Don’t your cats have voting rights in your house? Try telling that to Quint, who also insists on a clean, fluffy, freshly warmed fort blanket to hide in. You’re gonna tell him no? Yeah, good luck with that!
