My visit with the GE washer repairman

My 18 year old Maytag started making death rattle noises, so on February 4 I went to Lowe's and bought a new GE washer.  It was delivered and installed on February 5, and by the 5th load on the 13th it began leaking.  Because of Phil's illness and hospitalization on the 15th, I didn't get a call into repair until yesterday thinking I had a day before Phil's release.  The repairman came this morning.  He quickly figured out the problem (which I had guessed): the drain hose was not properly connected.  In fact, he told me I was lucky it hadn't flooded the whole basement, since it could easily have come off, instead of just leaking.  So he fixed it.

But.  He was so happy to have a live audience (me), he gave me all the information he learned in washing machine school.  I felt like I'd been to a workshop about saving water and the environment, getting clothes cleaner with a second rinse, and the best time to put in the soap.  He also assured me about all the new noises this model has.

Friday family photo--the laundry

This is the laundry at Lakeside after I decided the dryer was unsafe. Pink, blue and cream are our colors

I've had a lot of jobs in my life time from newspaper carrier to agricultural worker to author to librarian, however for 57 years I've been a housewife. Let me tell you my most exciting laundry story. I've been buying bargain laundry detergent my whole career, but recently bought a small jug of Tide. Hey. It works. My husband does all the hard stuff and gets really dirty. His work jeans look fabulous.

Do we share this problem?

Friday Family Photo—chartreuse socks

I ran out of white socks and found some chartreuse in the back of the drawer—then had to find a shirt to match.  A very hot day.

Laundry has been a challenge this summer.  I’ve been going to the laundromat 3 blocks away.  The advantage is that in 1.5 hours I’m all finished.  But this week our neighbor gave us his old used washer and helped remove the one he gave us 2 years ago which only worked a brief time. He and his son-in-law hauled out the old one (very steep stairs) and carried down and hooked up the “new” used one.  I’m quite pleased with it—so now I have white socks.  We then called Marblehead which sent someone over to pick up the old washer for recycling.

Thursday Thirteen--Norma's Laundry Tips

Recently the Wall Street Journal had an article on home laundry. It seems 78% of households do approximately 9 loads of laundry a week, and 1,100 washloads are started every second! Wow! The first 5 tips on this list came from the article; the other 8 are mine, from over 50 years of doing my own laundry mistakes.

1. Don't use too much detergent. Read the directions.
2. Sort by color.
3. Close all zippers and hooks.
4. Pretreat stains. [I use green handsoap--works great on fast food synthetic uniforms.]
5. Don't stuff the washer.
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6. If you are retired, a couple, or live alone, have at least 2 weeks of underwear; launder less often.
7. Always, always check pockets for tissue. You might even find money, but dollar bills don't disintegrate and Kleenex does.
8. First and second floor laundry space is nice until something (roots in the drain 50 ft. from the house or too much soap) causes an overflow. Everything that backs up ends up in the living room. Trust me on this one. If you're slab on grade, you have no choice. Just get a root service out once in awhile.
9. Keep a suspended rod from the ceiling over head for hanging some items right out of the dryer. I use the brackets and dowel rod from kitchen cafe curtains we no longer use.
10. If your pet uses the laundry room (kitty litter), be careful about scented products. Their little noses are much more sensitive than ours.
11. Clean your lint trap after every use.
12. Pay attention to your warranty. Appliances produced in the 21st century are junk. Especially Maytag.
13. In addition to sorting by color, I sort by fabric. I don't put synthetics in the dryer unless they are a blend with cotton for shaping. Some time ago I read a laundry page that said oxygen bleach works better in cold water. It really works!

Forget Maytag

When we moved here in 2002 I bought a matching washer and dryer--I'd never had a matched set. My older models used to last 15-20 years, but they'd wear out on a different schedule. I'm about to go back to a mismatch. My Maytag dryer, which has been a constant frustration for seven years because it balls the clothes instead of fluff, needs a new motor, according to the repair man, to whom I gave $35 just to come and look at it. We thought it was the timer-switch, and even that was going to be about $150 with labor, but the motor is much more expensive, both in parts and labor. What a piece of crap. The repairman said he bought a rebuilt Maytag about 15 years ago, and now at 30, it's still going strong, but the new ones aren't worth piddle.

Anyone have a recent model (not Maytag) they'd recommend? The washer squeals when stopping after spin cycle, so maybe I should just start over with one of those efficient models. I have a CD coming due, and that's certainly not worth reinvesting, so maybe that's the route to go.


I'm not sure of the date of this photo, but I think it's about 1953, and my mother had her first automatic washer and dryer. Before that she used a wringer washer and we either hung the clothes in the basement (which I've been doing this week), or outside if the weather was good. These were in the downstairs 1/2 bath which in an earlier era, was a porch to the back yard, so this bathroom had four doors, one to the kitchen, one to Dad's office, one to the outside, and one to the basement. My mother was about 40-41 in the photo.

Fluff and fold

That's what I call some of the Christian writers on the market today. Wear it no matter where. Calvin, Luther and the Puritans--now that's starch and iron, pull it out of the closet to look and think your best. Straighten up and look 'em in the eye. Neither are wrong. All are saved. But I hear or read so much of the Fluff and Fold I get bored and put the basket away for another day. Often there is little about Jesus or grace. Just a new way to write a "to do" list as if the cross never happened. At Bible study on Saturday I watched a video for 30 minutes of a dynamo, well-known pastor from Chicago who didn't mention Jesus once in his Bible thumper about "faith" driving out "doubt." It was 99.9% Old Testament.

Here's a blend--a little starch, a little lycra. The authorship is uncertain, probably from a black preacher, but I found it in Anne Graham Lotz' book, My Heart's Cry this morning. When I googled the final phrase, I found another blogger using it today.

I'm part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith in Jesus Christ, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go 'til He comes, give 'til I drop, preach 'til all know, and work 'til He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me--my banner of identification with Jesus will be clear.

"I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ."

Now that's worth hanging a blog on.

Where is the laundress when you need her?

Last week I did some ironing--and tackled a bit more this morning. The Laundress seems to be rather erratically blogging these days. I don't know if she had as much laundry as she claimed, but it was always interesting.

The 20 lbs I lost 2 years ago have been creeping back since our trip to Ireland last September, to which was added all that pasta in Italy in June. So I got out some cotton slacks that were too big for me the winter of 2006 but now are bulging where they shouldn't. There's a rule of thumb in weight loss--5 lbs is a dress size (assuming you aren't obese). This rule doesn't work for slacks, at least not for the pear shaped maiden/woman. For slacks, it's the rule of thigh, not thumb. I'd guess 7 lbs, and you've blown it. Although it probably depends on where you carry your weight. Say what you want about Hillary's legs, but this is the healthiest body style--slim waist, heavy thighs and legs. Sure, you don't get those Hollywood or modeling jobs, and no one chases you at the beach, but you also are less likely to have heart attacks, diabetes and breast cancer as you age.

This week I packed up at least 5 or 6 pair of slacks and jeans that ranged from size 4 to 8, (expensive brands have a come-on of smaller size tags), all purchased at the Discovery Shop for about $4 each. Some were wool, some cotton, some poly-whatever blend. I'm back in the 10s, at least until I can get control of that craving for Pumpkin ice cream that is only available this time of year. In the fall I'm like a squirrel preparing for a long winter.

The house is loaded with food I don't usually keep on hand. We got the bad news Monday that our house guests won't be coming--she's in the hospital in Alexandria, VA with pneumonia. And since they live in Huntington Beach, CA, they aren't too happy about that. So having too much food around is a small problem compared to what these dear loved ones are going through. It's never fun to be hospitalized, but if you have to be, better close to home where you have your own doctor, and your kids are near by.

So if your prayer list isn't already jammed, please add a total stranger, sister Kate.

House cleaning tips

I'm now officially an S.O.B. Yes, I've joined the State of Ohio Blogger Alliance. I looked through a few of the sites, read some good ones and decided to join. I had a little trouble with the code, but you can find it down the left side, somewhere below medical and before the 50+ folks.

Today I ran clear water through my little 3 cup coffee maker. I always go out for coffee--in fact, I'm known for my bad coffee. But I made coffee for my dinner party Friday night and this morning for my husband (I usually bring it home, but forgot). Everyone commented on how good the coffee was. Now that I've cleaned the pot, I've probably removed whatever was causing that.

The clothes my husband brought home from the Haiti mission trip were really dirty. He unpacked in the laundry room and put everything in sorted piles, and then cleaned the suitcases. Haiti is very dusty and dirty because over the years the people have cut down all the trees for fuel and cooking. When I went down to load the laundry this morning, I discovered the cat had thrown up a hair ball and last night's supper in the shirt pile. Oh well, saved the carpet.

I heard a laundry tip on the radio a few months ago that really seems to work. Wash your whites with bleach in COLD water instead of hot. The bleach works more effectively. I was skeptical, but I think I'm a believer.

Omama. I have change, hope and a future.

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Dry Clean Only!

This is a terrible dilemma. The tag says dry clean, but you haven't worn it in ages, and you hate to even donate it if it isn't clean. What to do? What to do! Wash it on gentle, slow cycle, in Woolite and see what happens.

I have a white linen, two piece outfit that definitely says, Dry clean only. Linen is just awful for wrinkling. So, pay $10 for drycleaning and have it look like I'd kept it for 5 years in my computer bag the minute I fasten my seat belt? I wore it a few times in 2002, but we're at the lake most of the summer, and for the last two summers I was too fat to get it zipped. Now it fits, but is 5 years old. So I washed it. Seems to be OK, but if not, at least it will be clean when I donate it.

After I stopped working, there was little need for blazers, and I've gradually eliminated them, keeping a navy blazer, and a beige one, which is linen and rayon. Its label too said "dry clean only," but so what. I live on the edge. I'm a retired librarian with 10 blogs! It seems to look fine, my arms have grown a bit in the last 7 years, but I wore it today because it was a bit cool.

The shy bridesmaid

After a week of really heavy emotions and anger at all the talking heads and media types both liberal and conservative, I just laughed out loud at this wedding photo, which I'm calling, "The camera shy bridesmaid." I was looking for a website that would tell me how to wash a silk garment (the Ohio State extension folks said be very careful, but a site that sells silk by the type and yard gave some good additional information). Somehow, I wandered into a message board for brides-to-be losing weight. One bride then posted her wedding and honeymoon photos, which is where I found this. Maybe one of her friends didn't meet her goal weight.

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Are you filthy rich?

Like the two bathroom house in the 50s and the three car garage in the 90s, the new status symbol is multiple laundry rooms. Today's WSJ shows a 12,000 sf house on 2 acres in Payson, AZ that has nine(!) combined washers and dryers, a main laundry room and a pet washing station. It's listed at $7.9 million (price includes $1 million of collectibles, 5 classic cars and a stocked wine cellar).

The amount of laundry we generate surprises me, but we have enough clothing and bedding that really, I do laundry only every 10 or 11 days. And the laundry room is in the basement. I incorporate the trips up and down the stairs into my exercise routine. I change the sheets weekly, pillow cases about every 2-3 day; towels get about 3 days use; dish towels about 2 days; bathroom hand towels maybe a week. But yesterday I gathered everything in the closets that was red, rust or fuchsia, and loaded them into cool water. I usually ignore the labels that say "dry clean only," especially if it was made in China and written in Spanish. I can't even remember the last time I had a 100% red load of laundry. I don't wear much clear, deep red--I'm terribly pale, and my husband even moreso, so we go for the warmer tones of rust, peach, coral, etc.

If you flip this, and put a space between the sink and units with counter space, my laundry room looks like this (photo from the internet), installed with the former kitchen cabinets, and it's all behind bi-fold doors, sharing space with the kitty litter unit.
Still, I wonder what rich people do to get their clothes so dirty that they (or their house staff) need so many laundry units, don't you?