Well, I knew the time was coming. My dear friend Pearl, my washing machine of 21 great years sang her last song today. She has been singing and squealing at me for a while now. So on her fourth load for the day she told me no more. DH took her out to the deck to see if he could diagnose the problem. After taking it apart he said she needed to be retired. Although I am excited about getting a new one, I hate to spend the money. While we were on vacation I was just telling my MIL how great my washer has been. Boo Hoo.