By the time I was finished, the basement was looking almost sparse and the trash men were likely wishing I'd put a for-sale sign in the yard. But I was elated. The basement was clean!
The happiness lasted only until it occurred to me that I now had no way to wash clothes. Holding hands with that thought was the realization that in order to get a new washing machine in, I'd have to be able to get the old one out.
And the only way for that to happen was through the garage. Which was worlds messier than the basement had been.
A bit more divine intervention.
And a few dozen more trash bags.
I was lucky enough to have some wonderful friends, Cat and Dan Pleska, who not only gave me an extra washer they had, but delivered and installed it, so I'm back in business again.
Able to start off the new year unhampered by the final blow from the last.
Reach Karin Fuller at karinful...@gmail.com.