Waving goodbye right to left, as the Kenmore lid opened to the left. Body memory must be retrained because the new washer opens front to back.
For way too long sweaters have whispered, "Don't wash me in hot," from deep in the laundry hamper. The Kenmore refused to fill with cold water no matter the threats or incentives.
W is the letter of the week. Waiting for washer delivery? The Home Depot delivery guys were great. In a 10-2 window they called at 9:40, arrived at 10:02, and were gone by 10:07. I'd gotten up early to clear a path for them. The condo is a skinny place with many obstacles.
Wow what filthy floors you have! Red Riding told wolf to trot on over to Albertsons for some Swiffer wets. There were creepy/fuzzy things under that old washing machine, predating our move into this condo in 2000.
Staying wide awake for Mavs NBA Finals games has been wicked difficult. Flashbacks to childhood piano lessons were even worse ... Go down to the levee. I said to the levee.... Had to sing to myself, "It's simply great, mate, waiting for the Dirk Nowitzki."
I sang a worse verse about Wiley and the turkey meat treats. Welcome, my new grandpuppy! Isn't Wiley just the smartest widdle wuzzum?
Wait, wait! A month ago I walked without a pedestrian green toward the old NPR headquarters. Did the ATM dispense Morning Edition mugs?
Wonder of wonders, my opera buddy found discount tickets to the Bruce Wood Dance Project performance tomorrow evening. I'm whirling in anticipation!
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder