Sock it to me
With JM away in Paris, I thought it was a good time to go all "domestic." So, I did a bunch of cooking, cleaning and laundry. Yes, it sounds boring, I admit it.
The cooking was fun. I used the 5 kg of apples that we bought in Sonnac last weekend and made some divine apple compote. It was a lot of compote, but it is now all reposing happily in the freezer in the garage.
Then, I felt like making a meatloaf. We really are at the time of year when you want to start making comfort foods like meatloaf, soup, pot roasts and the like. Besides, I knew that JM would be happy to have cold meatloaf when he gets back.
Now, the laundry. That is far less interesting and fun. But, it has to be done, well it does if you don't want to offend all those around you. I do find it rather astonishing that a household of just two people can have so many dirty clothes, however.
At any rate, since the urge had come over me, I took full advantage of it and decided to wash all the washable blankets as well as everything else. I always find it nice to see them without dog hair for the relatively brief time that occurs after washing.
The last load was in the washer when I went down to the garage to pull everything out and put them in the dryer. Bad sign though, there were lots and lots of flashing lights on the machine. A general rule-of-thumb is that "flashing lights do not mean something good." This proved to be the case.
Besides the flashing lights were mysterious letters on the read-out screen (do washers actually NEED read-out screens?) that I had not seen before. So, up to the closet that houses the 10 billion manuals for every piece of equipment we have ever purchased, even if we no longer own the device. The problem was clear, I needed to clean out the filter.
Well, in a house with this much hair, that is not really a surprise. I went to pull the filter, following all the litltle instructions (I even turned off the machine as opposed to living dangerously), but other than spilling tons of water across the floor of the garage, there was no joy in sudsville. That sucker of a filter was NOT coming out and there was no way I was going to make it.
After about 20 minutes of struggle: me against the machine. I did what any rational woman would do, I gave up, figuring to get someone stronger to do it in the morning.
Luckily for me, I ran into super-plumber and wonderful friend, Christian Drouin while I was out walking Maggie this morning. After laying out the problem, he promised to stop over and help me out. We all laughed at "the culprit" who was putting on her best, "What'd I do?" look of innoncence.
Christian and helper Jean-Paul stopped by about an hour ago, and I felt much better to see that even they had trouble getting that filter out. When the finally did, what was the cause of all this tsuris? Was it dog hair? No, it was not!!! It was a pink sock that had gone missing over a week ago! How it had made its way through the little holes in the machine, I do not know, but there it was, all wrapped around the filter. Not all that pink anymore either, I have to admit, and I suppose that I can now throw away its lonely brother which has been hanging around waiting for it to be found.
I did get a look of disgust from the canine, who thinks that I was way too quick to rush to judgement. So, to her, I apologize. And, to the sock I say, good-bye.
Ciao for now.
Randy
The cooking was fun. I used the 5 kg of apples that we bought in Sonnac last weekend and made some divine apple compote. It was a lot of compote, but it is now all reposing happily in the freezer in the garage.
Then, I felt like making a meatloaf. We really are at the time of year when you want to start making comfort foods like meatloaf, soup, pot roasts and the like. Besides, I knew that JM would be happy to have cold meatloaf when he gets back.
Now, the laundry. That is far less interesting and fun. But, it has to be done, well it does if you don't want to offend all those around you. I do find it rather astonishing that a household of just two people can have so many dirty clothes, however.
At any rate, since the urge had come over me, I took full advantage of it and decided to wash all the washable blankets as well as everything else. I always find it nice to see them without dog hair for the relatively brief time that occurs after washing.
The last load was in the washer when I went down to the garage to pull everything out and put them in the dryer. Bad sign though, there were lots and lots of flashing lights on the machine. A general rule-of-thumb is that "flashing lights do not mean something good." This proved to be the case.
Besides the flashing lights were mysterious letters on the read-out screen (do washers actually NEED read-out screens?) that I had not seen before. So, up to the closet that houses the 10 billion manuals for every piece of equipment we have ever purchased, even if we no longer own the device. The problem was clear, I needed to clean out the filter.
Well, in a house with this much hair, that is not really a surprise. I went to pull the filter, following all the litltle instructions (I even turned off the machine as opposed to living dangerously), but other than spilling tons of water across the floor of the garage, there was no joy in sudsville. That sucker of a filter was NOT coming out and there was no way I was going to make it.
After about 20 minutes of struggle: me against the machine. I did what any rational woman would do, I gave up, figuring to get someone stronger to do it in the morning.
Luckily for me, I ran into super-plumber and wonderful friend, Christian Drouin while I was out walking Maggie this morning. After laying out the problem, he promised to stop over and help me out. We all laughed at "the culprit" who was putting on her best, "What'd I do?" look of innoncence.
Christian and helper Jean-Paul stopped by about an hour ago, and I felt much better to see that even they had trouble getting that filter out. When the finally did, what was the cause of all this tsuris? Was it dog hair? No, it was not!!! It was a pink sock that had gone missing over a week ago! How it had made its way through the little holes in the machine, I do not know, but there it was, all wrapped around the filter. Not all that pink anymore either, I have to admit, and I suppose that I can now throw away its lonely brother which has been hanging around waiting for it to be found.
I did get a look of disgust from the canine, who thinks that I was way too quick to rush to judgement. So, to her, I apologize. And, to the sock I say, good-bye.
Ciao for now.
Randy
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