When I think of simple, intentional living that includes avoiding debt, reducing purchases and living a more self-sufficient life, I get a picture in my head. Green gardens with chickens roaming free, uncluttered living spaces, and a general air of peace and calm. You’ve all seen those photos in magazines and all over the internet – living “green”, paying off debt, seeking the good life. And it’s a great dream! I’m working on it myself, but sometimes I’m disappointed in how this whole concept plays out in the real world.
The reality is a different picture entirely.
So, this is my laundry room (sort of). I did move the dirty laundry out of the way to make myself appear tidier that I am. I also picked up the wads of lint that were hiding under the dirty laundry.
The plywood is temporarily covering the ginormous hole from the water leak that remained hidden until the floor caved in. We’re replacing flooring paycheck by paycheck (no more debt here).
A loooooong time ago, the washer started making a noise. Not just any noise. Imagine the most ear-splitting, hair-raising, metal grating on metal sound you can possibly imagine and multiply it by 100. That’s the kind of noise I’m talking about. I even blogged about it here and posted pictures of our do-it-yourself washer repair.
In general, the washer has continued to work okay. It tends to forget what it’s doing and shut itself down mid-cycle. That’s alright. I sometimes forget what I’m doing mid-project also. Did I mention that it’s paid for?
The problem is this: you can’t balance it and it’s making the noise again. The dryer (by the door) is level. The washer thinks it’s level in the position that its in now. So, I’ve rigged this simple machine lever to hold the washer in the position that makes it happy. If the washer is happy (and quiet) then I’m happier.
Sometimes the simple life I’m seeking looks pretty crappy. A worn-out (but paid for) washer rigged in a uneven position using a broken broom handle and a vacuum cleaner. You can’t get to the dryer holding an armful of clothes without stepping over the stick. My shins are covered in bruises. If the movement of the washer knock the stick out of place, you have to run down the hall with your hands over your ears and try to get the washer back into it’s “happy place”.
But, today was payday and another $15 went into the new washer fund. I figured out a solution to the problem. We had a homeschool lesson about simple machines. It’s not a pretty picture, but it works.
And by the way, when you let your chickens free-range, they poop on your porch. That’s not so pretty either.