I'm writing my final post. I've enjoyed meeting so many friendly bloggers, but this adventure has to end. I'm in awe of those of you who have found how to balance family, jobs, and blogging. I've tried, but I can't find it.
My house is always dirty. When Cate and William came over yesterday, I realized I hadn't cleaned the floors in over a week. My window sills have those little cobwebby things in all the corners. I haven't worked in the yard or even sat on the deck all summer.
This is my wonderful scrapbook room. I've spent no time working in it.
I have 34 comments that I haven't answered. I could go on and on about the things I haven't done, but I'll just say that I'm writing into the sunset. (You know, instead of "riding into the sunset".)
What do you think when you see my washing machine filled with red?
Am I using it to hold punch?
Am I going to dye something?
Or did I have a major accident?
As Paul Harvey would say, here's the rest of the story. I started a load of clothes Friday night because I knew we were going to yard sales early Saturday morning. I wanted the laundry out of the way. At some point, I realized I hadn't heard the washer go through the spin cycle. I walked into the laundry room and found my clothes in that tub full of red water. Sitting. Just sitting. No spinning at all.
I quickly started pulling out the clothes and throwing them on top of the dirty towels. (Remember - they hadn't gone through the spin cycle and were full of water.)
Then I realized how red that water was in the washing machine. I ran water in the laundry sink and transferred the clothes. I let them soak overnight. Saturday ~ after the yard sales ~ I rinsed them, wrung them out, and hung them outside to dry.
Next up was a trip to Lowes to buy a new washing machine. This one was repaired once since we moved here 6 years ago. We figured it was about 12-15 years old. The sales person at Lowes told us the average "life" is now 5-8 years for an appliance. Isn't that awful?
The good news is my new washer will be delivered tomorrow (Monday). They will hook it up and take away the old one ~ at no charge.
Last, I had to dip out the water in the machine. I started with this small pot before switching to a large McDonalds cup and then a smaller cup. Finally, I put a towel in the bottom to soak up the water that was left.
Why was the water red?
Well, at Goodwill, I bought a sweatshirt and a dress that were maroon.
I assumed they had been washed before.
What's the worst laundry mistake you've ever made?
***** The Lowes delivery truck was here at 8:00 and I now have a new washing machine. What great service. *****
When we lived in Frederick County, hubby and I loved going to auctions. Our favorites were the ones held in the yard of the homeowners. There was always a church with a trailer set up to sell food.
The menu always included country ham biscuits, hot dogs, and homemade desserts.
(I know that's not a picture of ham biscuits, but when I searched for a picture I found this one of a country ham. What makes it funny was I found it on a Christian website. I told you these were sold on church food trailers, right?)
There were old timers who could tell me what the truly vintage items were and how they had some just like them at home. (I love talking to people.) There were young people, just starting out, looking for bargains. Then there were people like us, just out to have a good time - and eat a country ham biscuit!
Since we've moved to Roanoke, we haven't found any auctions like that. Imagine our excitement when we saw a sign for an auction as we were out yard saling a few months ago. We eagerly parked the car and walked several blocks to the house where the auction was being held.
Yes, I read the sign, but only the large bold print. Then we walked all around the house, looking for items of interest. The old timers were definitely there. But, where were the boxes of dishes and linens to pay through look through? Where was the furniture? Most important of all, where was the food trailer?
Here are pictures of what we did see.
We sadly walked back to our car and continued on our yard sale search
I finally downloaded pictures from my old camera that I've been forced to use since my nicer camera is out of commission.
I love this picture of Cate because it shows how much she loves to dress up as well as her creativity.
Not too many princesses would add the green head bopper!
Here you can see that she is checking out her magic wand.
I would love to know what thoughts are running through her head.
She loves anything connected with the Disney princesses.
She doesn't realize that she's been our princess from the moment she was born.
I must be French because I love FRENCH fries. Not a good enough reason for you?
How about because I still remember lots of high school FRENCH? That is, as long as it's written or you talk reaaaaaaaaaallllll slow. (Wait, that might be a Southern trait.)
But seriously, the real reason I must be French is because lately I've been having this feeling of malaise. That's the only way I know how to express how I feel. I looked up the definition, and this is what Wikipedia says:
Malaise (/məˈleɪz/MAL-aze) is a feeling of general discomfort or uneasiness, of being "out of sorts", often the first indication of an infection or other disease. Malaise is often defined in medical literature as a "general feeling of being unwell". The word has existed in the French language since at least the 12th century.
Did you notice that it's a FRENCH word? If I am thinking and feeling in FRENCH, then I must be