A new Whirlpool washer and dryer were delivered here this past Tuesday and Thursday, but unfortunately, have to stay in the garage for a few more days. You see down here, most homes have the washing done on the third floor, which is, more often than not, on the roof. The roofs here are flat, for the most part, because they only get rain here, no snow. Most roofs are terraced so they can serve double duty as entertainment spaces or, more often, a small room for the maid, and another for the laundry. The roof at this house is mostly the later, though the covered space just beneath it, on the second floor, is a covered Terraza. And it is spectacular. I digress.
This home is equipped with an elevator which does not always want to work as it is required, thereby leaving the aforementioned washer and dryer bereft of their proper places- in the laundry room on the roof. Alas, the mountain of clothes we have been hoarding, waiting for the arrival of these new beauties, remains abandoned, just inside our bedroom, overflowing the basket, spilling onto the floor. Fortunately, since we have been living out of suitcases, in hotels, for the better part of 3+ months now, we have plenty of clothes to wear. Plus, I do recall washing clothes by hand in the very recent past, so if I need to I can, and will, endeavor. The cleaning lady here, Lety, has been trying all day to get us to let her wash our clothes by hand. No, says I. We are waiting for the beauties to board their conveyance skyward, and be delivered to their rightful destination, where, and when, I shall make quick but steady work of them both. Not to mention no ironing will be needed, and most things will be so much easier to fold, and put away. Who would have thought life could be this sweet? Where is that repairman?!?