I’ve figured out that the best way to handle it is to laugh back. I’m referring to premature senility from which I must be entering. I’m surely not old enough for the real thing! But why else would I be having so many problems with the washing machine?
My first indication that some changes are taking place was the day I was dashing around like a wild Indian trying to run the vacuum, wash a load of clothes, answer the telephone and keep up with a couple of steaming pots on the stove. When the washer kicked off, I opened the lid and surprise! surprise! there were no clothes inside. First, I thought that the machine might have eaten them, but there they were in the hamper, big as all get out. I just simply forgot to put them into the washer.
To read more please log in or subscribe to the digital edition. https://www.etypeservices.com/J.%20V.%20Rockwell%20PublishingID251/