Washing Machines, My Father and Me

I received a rather rude awakening this morning. Keep in mind; I did not get into the bed until 4:00 in the morning. Well, anyhow, I woke to an very odd sequence of events this morning. First, I heard my friend Matt’s voice. Nothing odd about that. I had left my VHF Amateur rig turned up by mistake. The next thing I heard was very strange.

I awoke to what sounded like a witch doctor having a fist fight with a Rhino. (I was half asleep…) Actually, it was my parents Washing Machine having a seriously bad morning. Sounded like something to the effect of…..”Thumpa-thump-thump thump BOOM BOOM! —- Thump-a Thump Thump BOOM BOOM!”, that’s when I really started wondering what the heck was going on. —– Keep in mind, I heard all of this stuff, over the sound of a box fan, running on full bore high speed — in my room. Which I must absolutely need to have, in order to sleep. It’s a HillBilly thing, I don’t understand it one bit. But my cousin does the same stuff; so, I know it is just not me. (So there!  😛 )

So…. I got outta bed and fumbled around, put on my glasses and proceeded to stop the fist fight in the laundry room.

I would blame my Dad, he put the load in…. But! I doubt it was his fault. Either that Washing Machine needs to be leveled or the load decided that bipartisanship just was not an option or something.

Needless to say, It is going to be a long day. 🙄