I Just Look Like I’ve Had a Lobotomy 

File this under “watching the washer is the new TV.”
My new washer and dryer arrived today. It has been two weeks since my old one broke and although we were away for most of that time I was really missing having a washer. Times have really changed in the twenty years since it last got a washer. I actually read both manuals and there is a lot to learn about doing laundry.  
First, I have a giant tub without an agitator so it just feels weird to put the clothes in the machine sans a middle pole. Apparently there is a right way you put the clothes in. I learned that I did it incorrectly as I watched the washing action at first. I could only do this because it has a glass lid. I have no idea what happened in my old washer since once I closed the solid metal lid it just did everything in the dark.
It was down right mesmerizing to watch the machine first “sense” the load before the water poured in waterfall fashion. I was shocked by how little water actually went in. That is one of the reasons why I hung around to watch it work. I was concerned that some of the clothes were not actually getting wet. Silly me. I had not yet experienced the dance that is a new fangled wash tub.
Staring like a fool with half a brain at the wash under the glass I must have looked like someone who was just seeing TV for the first time. I realized that I was standing there with my mouth open and just the tiniest drop of drool beginning to seep from the corner of my mouth. Why was that? This was not like watching the Great British Bake Off. Oh, but how I missed having a washer, I guess.
Since I am just now running my first load I cannot report on the quality of the washing, but boy does this thing ever put on a good show. If I ever get a lobotomy you can just park me on a stool looking down at the glass lid and give me a dozen or so baskets of dirty laundry. I can’t wait until I have a comforter that needs to be washed. Life without a center agitator is going to be grand.