August, you’ve got this day and then, you’re gone. Thank you for being only half miserably hot and dry. Wherever it is that past months go, tell July they ought to think about providing a little unexpected rain like you did a week ago. And even so, here you are on your last day with the temperature rising, running up everyone’s water bill, killing off grass lawns seemingly for fun, and adding more toward a record numbers of days well over 90 degrees (f). Fine. We survived you, and you us. Nope, not really sorry to see you go, maybe not even in the dead of winter with half an inch of ice on the roads and us needing to get to work and back. Hmm, ice. Doesn’t that sound good now, even for you?
Sometimes, the day just goes awry. From the moment you first open your eyes in the morning through to that moment you put your hand over your eyes and say you don’t want to see anymore. Tessa sums up the feel for that kind of day.
We got our replacement refrigerator at long last as we reported last Monday. A month and a half without one was different and okay with Mom; she’s been without before. For Dad, it was just this much short >< of misery. The place we ordered it from didn’t tell us they ordered the wrong one until long into the waiting process which made the waiting process twice as long. But we have it now and it’s all good.
And then, the washer threw all it’s bearings and oozed oil in the protective plastic pan underneath meant for water leaks and so, we had to order a new washer. That appliance failure was expected. Dad said that in the meantime, we could always wash our clothes in the bathtub with laundry soap and a big stirring stick, like he did in his bachelor days. For Mom, she gave herself eye strain from rolling her eyes so much. “Absolutely not. I’d wash my clothes in a creek and scrub them clean on a rock first,” she said, to which Dad said, “Hmmm . . .”
The new washer arrived in record time.
At this rate, we’ll have all new appliances by the new year (not going to happen). Granted, the refrigerator was 25 years old. So is the dishwasher (still running) and the stove (mostly still running). The washer was 6 years old and Mom says if you’re thinking of picking up a washer somewhere you think convenient like a place whose name may rhyme with Blows, don’t.
In the spirit of understanding, a smidgen of sympathy, and excitement of learning new appliances, we’re giving Mom a week off from blogging. Give your hard working appliances a hug and yourselves one, too. And we’ll see you again Friday, August 30th.
