The machine was in parts. This did not look like a happy moment to me.
This looked like an even unhappier moment. These are my favorite clothes. In a trash bag. Soapy and oily and in one big pile of yuck. I felt the weight of the laundromat calling me for the next week or two. I felt the stress of how to get all the wash done. I felt the anxiety over having to schedule laundry runs into my already over-scheduled week. I felt.......
EXTREME HAPPINESS! Mr. Yesteryear Acres went to an electrical supply store, bought various bearings and pump replacement parts, and then assembled a new water pump for the washer and installed it! And voila! The washing machine said, "Hello Friend! Let's get that Doggie Laundry Clean!"
Mr. Yesteryear Acres, as always - my hero!