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?