Our washing machine is out of control.
The evening before we left for the beach, I ran a load of wash. When I went to pull the clothes out of the washer, I found that all of the clothes were intensely water logged and each article weighed nearly 100 pounds. So, this led me to believe that the spin cycle was not spinning and therefore our washer needed to be repaired. But, since we were going out of town that night, I had to wait until we returned to get it serviced.
So, yesterday, a very nice young man came to look at the washer. He asked us for some heavy clothes and towels and sheets so he could test the cycles. And we obliged, handing over Dan’s t-shirts and a set of sheets and some towels. We stood back while he attempted to get a cycle going — filling the machine with water and then attempting to spin the items dry. And nothing. No spin.
So then he did all sorts of crazy stuff, taking the top control panel apart and blowing some sort of cleaning fluid in the pieces and unconnecting and reconnecting parts. He even took off the entire body of the washer, leaving the drum exposed and naked.
Then, when I thought things could not get any worse, the darn thing started to fill with water on its own accord and thrash about like a bucking bronco. I screeched and jumped up and down as water started pouring over the top of the drum and all over my floor. But, this episode did not deter the repair man. He launched into heroics, practically bear-hugging the drum while alternatively blowing into some plastic tubing (which he later told me had something to do with the pressure) and messing with the controls to try and get the darn thing to drain.
After all of the problems we had encountered, I just had to laugh. And I felt bad, but, come on, the man was practically performing CPR on my washer, blowing air into its plastic coil while water poured over the top and sloshed all over the place like it was an out of control sea monster. So I laughed because otherwise I would cry. I laughed as I got slightly soaked with the water from my washer, thinking that Dan and I would be known to our new neighbors as the “smelly people” because I knew we were getting low on clean clothes.
Repair man determined that the control for the water level was also in need of repair (umm…duh…my floor is all wet) and the spinner was still not spinning. And of course these parts need to be ordered. So he left, and Dan and I proceeded to submerge ourselves in water to get out the clothes and towels and sheets still in the drum of the washer. Of course they weighed about 100 pounds each. And now I have a washing machine full of water sitting in my basement on a wet floor. He better come back with those parts because each time I do the wash, I am not going to brace the machine with my body and blow air into a pressure valve. But, at least I am still laughing