A washing machine, when installed on an uneven floor originally built in the 1920's as a back patio, tends to seek the lowest point on said floor; even when a complex set of shims and boards are set up to keep it from doing so.
Mine just proved that point, for the second time in about a week.
Sooo, I just spent the last two and a half hours swabbing, resetting, rehosing, and general re-jerryrigging the whole goldarned thing. Of, course, there was a great deal of plumber's language and I suspect, near-aneurysm in my aching head out of sheer frustration with the situation.
I reckon it could all be solved by a new washing machine, a new floor, and or a new house. Or even a washingboard and galvanized basin. Now THAT would be simplifying things.
Anger management is always such a challenge for me in the merry month of January. Thank goodness for full-spectrum lightbulbs.