My teacher once told me that every time a bell rings an angel gets clean socks. A miracle happened on my street this morning. I’m now listening to the quiet whir of the spin cycle on my washing machine. I don’t have to wash my clothes in the river anymore.

On May 5th Fixy Not Really aka Captain Noncommittal disassembled my washing machine. Number 5’s sad little pieces had been strewn all over the laundry room for weeks in what looked like a machinery massacre. I thought we had it fixed last week after we hired an actual appliance guy, but we needed a second round to stop a leak. Then this morning, after a couple of quick adjustments, success!

I’m still trying to figure how the flooring molding was ruined and the dryer was dented during a washing machine repair, but right now, I don’t care. I’m happily preoccupied sorting every sparkly clean sock we own.