All day Saturday I ran empty loads. All day. I let it rest Saturday night, with clean cold water in it. I ran it yesterday morning, four or five empty loads with no SUD message. I thought to myself “woohoo! I can do laundry” and I put in what needed to be done most, a load of jeans.
Guess what? Two hours later, I was still having problems. I put a fairly wet load of jeans into the dryer and let the SOB, POS washer do some more resting. This morning, I let it rest with quite a bit of vinegar (thanks for the input on that, Brian had mentioned it last week, too, so I thought about it and figured it couldn’t make things worse). It was something to hear all of the bubbles breaking on the inside. I let it rest with the vinegar for about an hour, then drained it. Went smoothly.
When I spoke with the repairman a couple of weeks ago, he said to run some loads without detergent. So, this morning, after the vinegar water had drained out, I figured I’d run a load of sheets that I’d washed a couple of weeks ago, had just never gotten around to putting them away. (That’s one of the problems with having a room that doesn’t get regular use, it’s too easy to just pile stuff in it.) Well, yesterday I straightened out said room and put all of the laundry that I’d not folded on the bed. And didn’t get to it right away.
One of the cats did, though.
The sheets were the only thing hit and I took them back to the laundry room. And this morning, I put them into the washer. And right now? There’s a SUD warning on the control panel.
Thursday can’t get here too soon, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve become so obsessed with that damned machine, that it’s affecting my mental well-being. Sad, but true. It’s in the back of my mind almost constantly. Saturday, I was supposed to have mailed out brochures to one of Brian’s customers. He asked me this morning if I did. (No.) He said he’d just have to take them over himself. I apologized and told him it was the washer, I just wasn’t thinking right. He agreed, said I’d been out of it for the past couple of weeks.
Right now, it’s very hard for me to remember how much I liked this machine for so many years.
I’m already thinking about what I’ll have to do before the repairman gets here. I’ll move all of the laundry baskets out onto the patio (hopefully out of view of the patiocam), as well as the table and all of it’s contents, the litterbox, trash can and litter locker. Then I have to clean the floor. The cats pee against the laundry baskets and even though I try to keep on top of it, sometimes it can be pretty bad, depending on the number of cats who feel like spraying.
And when they call on Wednesday to confirm the appointment, I’m going to stress that I want it fixed Thursday, I don’t want to have to wait a couple of more weeks for a part to come in. And I want the control panel tested, too. I’m thinking there might be a problem there, too, since the damned thing just shut off in the middle of a cycle a couple of times this past weekend.
I’m armed. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. Too much time. My mom said this morning that this is probably what they do with warranty people. If I’d been paying for the call, then they probably would have been out sooner. Well, screw that, I did pay for the call when I paid for the five year warranty.
Gonna go check to see if the sheets are still setting on SUD.
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