I am not sure why he who lives in my house interfered with the washing machine hose, thus causing said machine to disgorge all over the utility room floor; and not once but twice due to the rinse and spin cycle. I think it was something to do with the fact that he had stored some of his bookbinding card on top of the washing machine, (he being in need of a flat surface that was relatively dust-free beneath the counter top) and earlier in the week was having a sort out in that vicinity, fishing out supplies that had slipped to the back, and thereby dislodging water exiting hose.
I was upstairs writing while all the repercussions of this earlier manoeuvre were happening, and so blissfully unaware of the downstairs flood. It was only as I was coming downstairs to get the washing out of the machine, that I heard loud exclamations from bookbinding man. ‘What on earth’s been going on in here,’ he says. I have no idea, I say, but I note the accusatory tone that suggests I might have been responsible for whatever it is.
By now I have reached the flooded utility room. Oh, no! I think. The washing machine’s given up the ghost after 18 years. But diagnosis will have to wait. First there is water mopping up to do. Luckily the floor is covered in quarry tiles so there is no particular damage done. The only casualties are the dustsheets that are kept under one of the cupboards. The downside is we don’t discover this till later, by which time they are very fusty.
In the meantime, after pulling out the washing machine from its slot, investigating its innards, the penny is beginning to drop in the mind of bookbinding man. ‘I think it’s my fault,’ he says meekly. ‘I must’ve dislodged the hose.’ Then he says brightly that at least it’s good to know we don’t need to buy a new washing machine, and that we also now have a very clean floor, even in the places where we don’t normally clean it.
The day is saved then, but for the washing and airing of dustsheets. And as the sun is shining I go out and take a washing line photo. Look! The garden is putting on a shadow play.
copyright 2018 Tish Farrell
53 thoughts on “Turning Accident Into Artwork?”
well, there’s a positive spin !)
Cheers, Beth. Washing machine pun noted 🙂 🙂
Well the positive is clean floor and your washing machine lives on. 🙂 The sheets are now a piece of botanical art!
🙂 so much to be happy about, Lisa 🙂
I do enjoy the way you tell a story, Tish… though this particular story sounds pretty bad. Sorry you had to go through it. Every time I go through that sort of accident, I try to figure out how to arrange things so something like that will never happen again. I do get some good ideas, and change my methods of working or the place a tool is kept and so on. But as always, the next disaster is completely unexpected and comes from another place… and another brush with reality. So glad the both of you survived. xxx
Thank you, Shimon. You’re right: trying to avoid identifiable domestic disasters can very time consuming, and then you’re ambushed from quite another quarter. On the whole I tend to hope that our house, being pretty old, and made of stone is fairly resilient in the face of Farrell idiocy. My confidence could be misplaced though 🙂
I feel for you, Tish. We’ve had a number of these “disasters” due to faulty and incomplete knowledge of the mechanical world. 😦 That’s why we decided we could NEVER own an RV. Imagine us hooking up the water and waste hoses to the van? We’d probably get them mixed up. 🙂
Ha! I know that feeling – confused by technology.
Ah yes … been there etc.
oh dear, hope he did more than find a positive spin on this disaster!! Glorious photograph even if what led to it was not the story any of us would want first thing.
It made us laugh anyway – later that is!
I admit that it’s fun to me to turn mishaps into happy moments. Then creativity comes from the most unexpected places, such as from behind large appliances.
Thanks for sharing your own experiences.
Sometimes there is light at the end.. My DnL has been having trouble with her dryer . While sitting with the three little girls I decided to help out by unloading the dryer for her. Bingo!! Not removing the lint could be the problem …but closer inspection the whole vent was clogged solid. Thankfull she hasn’t had to deal with a dryer fire. Goodgrief! Sometimes we cause our own problems.
I really like clothes dryed on a line …old fashion style.
I like things dried outside too, though we’ve come to the season where it won’t be happening except on windy days.
I like that you saw nature’s work as art which diminished the irritation of the accident I bet.
It did indeed, Lulu.
Oh dear! Men! 😉
Indeed. I’ve been missing you!
Bless you, Tish! Looking forward to our banter….
Thank you for the good smiles!
you are most welcome 🙂
As I’m reading I’m thinking “Ooooh!!!! Nooooo!!!!”
This supports my belief that yesterday’s disaster is today’s great story …. and you tell a great story!
Thank you very much, Joanne 🙂
All’s well that ends well 🙂 I must admit to being very philosophical about these sort of things, whereas the OH gets into quite a spin. As you rightly said at least the floor got a good clean and the sheet art is fabulous!
I think I was just relieved we did not need to go shopping for a washing machine 🙂
That would be a nightmare. I loathe having to shop for big items, most things don’t last more than the 1 year guarantee these days no matter what the price!
That was very good-humored of you 😀
I still have some good humoured moments – despite the brigands 🙂 🙂
Well told story of impending disaster but with a happy ending. I’m chuckling all the way through Tish. Hope he who lives with you did the floor. Like the photo it inspired too
He did do the floor! 🙂
LOL, love that he blamed you first!!!
Yes. I’m trying not to delve too deeply into that little undercurrent 🙂
Phew lucky the washing machine is okay – and that it was his nib’s little error not yours!
I am gloating rather 🙂
Clean dust sheets! Now there’s something not often seen at ours! Muttering something about an ill wind and waiting for small boy to get up and celebrate 6 🙌🎂🎁
Spect he’s up by now. Have a fun day. Being 6 is a big thing, isn’t it.
Terrific story and photo, Tish….
This demonstrates that you can turn everything into art , with the due ability…
Oh that is so kind of you, Anna 🙂
I love how the Universe is on your side by giving you this super artsy shot! I am sure bookbinding man will now be forgiven :o)
Oh definitely forgiven after all the mopping he did 🙂 Many thanks for your nice comment.
methinks he did protest too much. Lovely short story with a squeaky clean ending and a touch of art
Thank you, Laura.
Yikes! You never know when that sort of thing will happen. Our refrigerator is acting up.
Oh no! I panic when the fridge is on the blink, yet as a child we never owned one, though we did have a very cold cellar.
Me, too! I think it is hanging on for now.
Hopefully, ‘he who lives in my house’ did most of the cleanup. 🙂
He did! 🙂
I feel for you, too, Tish. At least you got a cool shot!
Glad you like it, Amy.
So glad you didn’t let the mishap go to waste, Tish.. Great piece of artwork. 😅
Thank you, Sylvia 🙂