It was a yee-haw day.

As the washing machine churned tonight, making that familiar swishing noise ... a memory emerged.  It came from a simpler time,when we were young and lived in a two-bedroom apartment in Yorktown, Virginia.  It wasn't far from the Coast Guard station where the husband was a photo-journalist.

He and I were making a "big" decision ... to buy a washing machine.

We'd been using the laundromat downstairs, but with the baby, and the diapers (before the disposable ones), I knew I didn't want to ever, ever, ever leave her even for a second to go and throw clothes into the washer ... or move them to the dryer ... never ever.

So Terry ... a very smart guy ... got an adapter which could hook to the sink ... and we bought a washing machine. The washing machine also drained into the sink.

I taped a piece of paper on the side of the refrigerator and I marked every time I washed clothes (mainly diapers), taking off 25-cents more, what I would have paid (back then) to wash clothes.  Somehow that piece of paper and the record it displayed helped me to feel better.  I knew exactly when the washing machine had paid for itself ... and it was a yee-haw day.

That's all for today.  I love good memories, don't you?