A resourceful man and goodbye to a dear friend

A week ago, our washer stopped washing mid-load. It was already a frustrating day for me and that about put it over the top. So I called a repair dude who couldn't come out until Wednesday. He diagnosed the problem, gave us a (large!) quote to replace a part, and left.

Enter my husband. With the combined genius of YouTube, Google, and Amazon, Alex fixed the dang thing himself! I have proof:

 I told him afterward I should write him a check but he declined.

And an ode to my friend the broom:

Farewell pictures. 

You and me, broom
Sometimes that's all there was
Fighting a losing battle to keep the house clean.
We swept up crumbs, dog fur,
Many torn up shreds of paper (thanks, Lola)
And probably a few tears.
I gave time and energy to head off the tide of dirt on the floor
But you gave of yourself.
Piece by piece, stem by stem,
You gave of yourself to keep my floor clean (or cleanish I should say).
Unyielding devotion. You were always there.
When I needed you I knew where to find you.
Now I have already purchased your replacement.
I will throw you in the trash can
And not think twice about it.
But I will not forget your selfless service
In the name of kind of cleanliness.
Thank you, broom.


Don't mind the czapka. It found its way onto my head when I was going through boxes of stuff I didn't even know we had yesterday and it was so comfy I left it there.