Signs of adulthood: Self-sufficiency

by Katie on May 2, 2011

Note:  I found the saved draft of this post, originally written in May 2009. I mentioned there was quite the saga behind our little washing machine installation. The reason this post was never published is just a piece of it.

See this?

[insert picture of folded laundry here]

It’s my first load of laundry. Done by our very own washer and dryer. Now fully connected at OUR house.

Brandon had some free time on Saturday evening for the first time since our turkey hunting adventure, so he got some major brownie points for marking this project off the to-do list.

So now I can’t say we were married a full year before our washer and dryer were connected…just a solid 11 months.

Now if we could just magically get better water from our well, we would be fully self-sufficient adults. (We currently fill water jugs at his parents’.) But I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Unless one of us wins the lottery we don’t play.

That’s just fine. I am satisfied with hanging my laundry up to dry in our own house, instead of running to Brandon’s sister’s room with all of my personal garments and hanging them on every dresser knob, closet door and bed post in the room. And once forgetting about them, leaving them hanging around in there until nearly a month later when I walked in for something — with his mom. Mildly embarrassing to say the least. So no more leaving personal items hanging in the in-laws’ house. It’s exciting.

Brandon also gets to return to wearing his own socks, instead of borrowing mine when I didn’t make it over to do laundry. Which doesn’t take long when you change socks like he does. We’re both happy about that.

So yes, we are now self-sufficient when it comes to cleaning up after ourselves.

And now, for the explanation of why I never got the chance to hit “publish” on this story:

I put this together just after I started a load in the washer, expecting to have a basket of clean laundry I could photograph before it was all neatly stored away in its proper place.

But that’s just not the way the world works for the Leisters.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found out the washer had continuously ran on the first cycle all night, but never filled up with water to get to the “spin” or “rinse” cycles. Which meant a)we had a flooded side yard from the water just flowing straight out of the washer all night b)we had paid for the electricity to run our well and the machine for seven hours without anything to show for it c)my hopes and dreams for the day were crushed.

Now, we had bought these machines used. So, we just assumed they were faulty, we had been taken for fools, etc. I had a group yard sale the following weekend, so I loaded the machines and sold them for $25.

Then, just three days after they were sold, we met a friend of Brandon’s for lunch. A guy who actually knew what he was doing in the washer-installation realm. We were telling him about our luck (or rather, lack thereof) with the whole washer thing, and he inquired about Brandon’s installation technique.

Turns out, when hooking up a washing machine, the drain has to lead up first, then down. Otherwise, gravity just sucks all the water out of the machine as soon as it enters.

Both of us just sat there with “are-you-kidding-me” expressions, wondering how we were soclose to being self-sufficient, and had let it just slip right past us due to a lack of plumbing knowledge. And now, the machines had already been sold.

We were back to square one.

That was two years ago, Folks.

It took a long time to get off of square one.


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