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THE NEW TANNERTHURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2018 5THE NEW TANNER THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 20184 Editorial Relationship councillor required Distributed to every home in Acton and area, as well as adjoining communities. Contact us: 379 Queen Street East Acton, Ontario L7J 2N2 Tel: 519-853-0051 Fax: 519-853-0052 E-mail: General: thenewtanner@on.aibn.com (including Advertising and Circulation) Editoral: tannereditor@bellnet.ca Deadline: Advertising and Editorial TUESDAY at 9 a.m. Every effort will be made to see advertising copy, neatly presented, is correctly printed. The publisher assumes no financial responsibility for typographical errors or omissions in advertising, but will gladly reprint without charge that part of an advertisement in which an error may occur provided a claim is made within five days of publication. All articles, advertisements and graphic artwork appearing in The New Tanner is copyrighted. Any usage, reproduction or publication of these items, in whole or in part, without the express written consent of the publisher of The New Tanner is a copyright infringement and subject to legal action. Publisher: Ted Tyler Editorial: Dawn Brown, Angela Tyler, Jane Dougan, Vivien Fleisher, Les Schmidt, Harry Rudolfs, Trish Bell, Alex Hilson, Michael Oke Advertising and Circulation: Marie Shadbolt Production: Iain Brennan 20 YEars ago From The New Tanner - February 26, 1998 By Angela Tyler After about two weeks of the laundry just not seeming right, I got fed up. Let me start with just around three years ago our annoying front loading wash- ing machine--which I thought I had to have--conked out. It was going to cost more to fix than replace and quite frankly I was so happy to kick it to the curb and go back to a regular old fashioned top loading, no bells and whistles washing ma- chine. We popped downtown to Ron and before I knew it he was delivering a Canadian made Maytag washing machine-- top loading--limited bells and whistles and a drum so enor- mous I had to stand on my tippy toes just to reach to the bottom when taking the clean clothes out. It is truly a lovely machine. I adore it. I adore it so much I think I've convinced about a half a dozen of my friends who were in the same predicament to get the same or similar ma- chines. My washing machine and I have a very good relation- ship. However, there were signs our relationship was in trouble. The machine wasn't doing as it was told it to do. It was be- ing stubborn. It was doing what it wanted not what I needed it to do. So, I had to call in a re- lationship councillor--A.K.A. the "repairman". I suppose repairMAN is an incorrect term now, but he really was a repair- man. Like any good relationship councillor, he had to get into the inner workings, digging deep into the psyche to find out what was at the core of our ten- sion. The lid came off, the drum loosened up and just like that he thought he had come to the root of the problem. It was my fault. It was my sock…stuck in the drain pipe. I was ready to blame myself. However, like any dedicated professional he kept digging to the real under- lying issues, peeling back layer after layer like an onion, until he discovered that it wasn't all my fault, after all. It was a co-oper- ative venture. Every member of the family had a sock being pulled out from the inner circle, and our beloved machine had a malfunctioning sensor. As they say, there are two sides to every story in a disgruntled relation- ship and ours was no different. We each, in our own way, were a contributing factor. The socks have been removed. The part has been ordered and we are at the crossroads of re- pairing our relationship. As we waited for the part, though, I found myself in a rebound re- lationship. I spent Saturday afternoon in the company of many other washing machines at a local laundromat. As amazing as it was to have my entire laundry done in 90 minutes which normally takes many hours, it's also true what they say…the grass isn't greener on the other side. Even though it took longer, I missed my machine and I was ready to become a couple again. My laundry might not be done in 90 minutes this week- end, but I'm looking forward to being back in my comfort zone and matching up all those newly-found socks. I have a bag of single socks looking for their match. with Frances Niblock FEEDUARY: Mayor Rick Bonnette was on hand at a local school to help serve students as part o f Hal ton Food For Thought's 'Feeduary'. - Submitted photo