Our twenty-year-old washer works fine. Our twenty-year-old dryer works fine. They don’t work perfectly: the washer makes noise and the dryer will not dry if you have a towel in it.
Gary has decided we need a new washer and a new dryer.
He did the research, analyzed, measured, compared, asked me if I wanted a steam setting for when a shirt is wrinkled, and finally we were ready to look at those stackable little ones, but set side-by-side.
I don’t want a new washer OR dryer. I went with Mom to pick my current ones out, and she was worried I would be in a wheelchair before they were replaced again. So I want to see which lasts longer: my legs or the appliances.
I haven’t told Gary that. So there we were, washers and dryers in front of us, salespeople to the back of us, and I spied one of those combo washers and dryers that I thought were legends.
“WHY AREN’T WE BUYING THAT?” I demanded. He hadn’t even researched them.
So we did not buy a washer, or a dryer, but I have bought myself time.