We bought a new Whirlpool washer yesterday. I thought I had taken down the dimensions at the store, but can’t find them now, so I went on line to try to find them. And tried. No reference to the model number (LSB6400LW—well, now there will be at least one) is found in Google. And the Product Literature page at Whirlpool.com doesn’t work. At all. There is a pop up from each of the links for the Use and Care Guide and Installation Guide, which goes to a page with links that don’t work on Safari, and that lead to a broken page on other browsers.
It’s the 21st century, folks. No excuse. Fix your damn pages. There’s no reason that your content management system, or whatever, should generate such client-hostile links.
Sometime in the last hour, we suddenly got snow. We now have a light dusting of the white stuff over the patio and our back lawn. Calls to mind the old line from Doonesbury, where in the American Samoas, after volcanoes, hurricanes, and locust plagues it starts snowing.
After all, this is Seattle, not Boston…
Just got back from a quick morning’s skiing at the Summit at Snoqualmie. Regular readers of this blog will recall that I very quickly started writing about other resorts shortly after our visit last January. That was because Snoqualmie lived up to its nickname, “Snow-crummy”—less than 3 feet of base snow, coupled with rain.
Today, Lisa and I left the dogs in their crates for four hours and made a blitzkrieg assault on the slopes at Snoqualmie—elected because of its proximity (less than an hour away) and because the snow conditions are so much better than they were last year. The base at Summit West, which last year stalled around 30″ all season long, was 63″ today, with more falling later this week.
We fell right back into the routine. After one cautious descent, we quickly moved up to more difficult blue runs. Given our short time on the slopes, I don’t anticipate too many aches and pains, but we didn’t really have the time to stretch out and explore more difficult runs. Still, if you had told me two months ago that I’d be able to ski even a few hours so soon after getting our dogs, I’d have thought you were crazy. It was really nice to get in one last ski before the calendar year ended.