It finally happened. My mom's washing machine passed and I had the good fortune of being home during the whole ordeal.
The washing machine (we'll call number two) had an exciting personality that had the capacity to load mini, medium, large and extra large loads.
We first started to notice something was wrong with number two when she often didn't like to stay put during her spin cycle. She'd wiggle a bit to the left and then to the right - yet never made that big of a leap.
It was the last two years that her illness took a turn for the worse - she just couldn't keep it together during the spin cycle and often times would throw a hissy fit for attention. We'd rush to her side, open up her lid, re-situate the items and hope that was enough to appease her.
Sometimes a single readjustment didn't do and she'd throw multiple fits in a single load. Number two wasn't her old self and didn't have the quality of life that an average washing machine had.
Sure, she was getting up in years, yet number two wasn't close in age to number one (my mom's harvest gold washer that lasted 20 plus years). Number two was only 15 years old.
When my dad discovered that a simple belt replacement was not the issue, he hung his head and mumbled that her transmission was shot and that she'd gone onto to see number one.
We'll miss you number two. I'll miss the times talking to my mom on the phone and hearing you throw your fits. You had a good life and we appreciate the cleanliness you gave to our home.
How can you find the humor in a somewhat normal circumstance? How does humor add to your quality of life?
I'd love to hear your comments and discoveries.
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