The Laundromat

Our washing machine died. After 25 years – a good life – it stopped working. The dryer was still working even though it is the same age as the washing machine, but we decided if we’re replacing one we might as well replace the other.

The old washer and dryer ready to be hauled away.

So off we went to the local appliance dealer to buy a new washer and dryer. We knew a sale was coming at the end of the month so we decided which set we wanted, then asked if the store would hold them until we could get the sale price, about three weeks away. They agreed. 

The laundromat close to our house.

In the meantime, we would go to the laundromat to wash our clothes. On the way home from the appliance store I told my husband it’s not a bad thing that we have to go to a laundromat to wash our clothes for the next few weeks…it is good to be reminded how fortunate we are to have the luxury of a washer and dryer in our own home.

Inside the laundromat where we went to do our laundry.

Forty-one years ago I still remember moving into our first house and thinking one of the best parts about living in a house was having a washer and dryer and being able to wash clothes at home, whenever I wanted. 

The laundromat we used is about two miles from our house. It is clean, quiet and adequate. The only surprise was the cost increase. It now costs $2.75 to wash a regular size load. 

Our shiny new washer and dryer.

Our new washer and dryer have been installed and we’re back to doing laundry at home, but this experience was an opportunity to remember to be grateful. And we are.