Strong Like Bull

In the spirit, if not the time frame, of Spring Cleaning, we finally got the old washer and dryer out of the basement today. Luckily for me, the house has an ancient, yet servicable, passage directly to the back yard. I would've rather disassembled the damn things than lug them up through the kitchen. The rear door, um doors, actually, resemble those of a castle keep, with heavy locking hardware and diagonal struts. They are also covered in cobwebs. Or they were. Although I gave the doors and stairwell a good going-over with a broom, a fair number of webs ended up on me. Great. Later tonight I'll have families of spiders nesting in my beard.

The doors are wide enough, so it was no struggle to get the machinery through them, and there are only 5 steps to negotiate, albeit steep and crumbly steps. With Jo spotting from the bottom of the steps, I hoisted the dolly up the steps, through the not-as-muddy-as-it-was-last-week yard, and into the garage, where they remain until Friday morning when the kindly folk from the city pick them up. I guess all the working out (cough) is paying off. I wasn't winded or strained in the least, which is a good thing. If I'd lost my grip, I'd have a squished girlfriend in the basement and a lot of explaining to do.

Mmmmm...squished girlfriend...