Okay I'm not going to turn into one of those freaks who actually cares about laundry, but holy crap am I ever impressed with the new washing machine.
The old one crapped out two weeks ago, and after waiting ten days for a repair guy to charge us $100 to tell us it can't be fixed, I donned my consumer researcher cape and went shopping.
How did we ever decide what to buy in pre-internet days? I guess the decision took longer than two days back when you had to phone everybody you knew to ask their opinion.
In the end, I got a different model than the one I had in mind and I think I made the right choice.
And the delivery guys! Holy crap, what a lesson in efficiency they were! Not only did they come exactly when they said they would, they had the old machine out and the new one in place in three minutes, including the time it took to remove the laundry room door from its hinges and replace it again. And there were two flights of stairs involved here. Plus they took their shoes off.
I've never really paid attention to what my clothes look like when they come out of the laundry, and don't worry I'm not going to go all laundry-obsessed and start ironing or anything like that, but what a difference the new machine makes on the clothes - no white laundry detergent patches on my black clothes, no pilling, no hairs baked on the shirts. My clothes look sort of new.
I might even try the handwash cycle today to launder some delicates. But yes, I am still going to put that navy blue sweater in with my white bras. I'm such a rebel.
I trust everybody had a fabulous Groundhog Day. All three of the major Canadian prognosticating rodents called for an early spring, including our local Balzac Billy.
Actually I think we are getting that early spring right now. It went all the way up to -8C (17.6F) yesterday and is expected to do so again today. It's nice to be able to see out the windows once again. Return to the deep freeze tomorrow though. Stupid Balzac Billy doesn't know what he's talking about.
I sure wish we got Animal Planet in our cable package so that we could watch Puppy Bowl IV today. There's even a Kitty Half-time Show! Instead we'll have to pretend to watch NFL in order to justify eating chili and wings. And we don't even get the great commercials you Americans get. Maybe I'll take my bowl of five-alarm chili and sit in front of the washing machine instead.