And to top it all off, I got a flat tire, as in totally unmistakably squashed flat tire. But I digress.
You gotta stick with this story because THIS IS MY LIFE!!
Andrew called the washing machine repairman. I guess it’s a fairly common practice to charge a customer an arm and a leg to show up in your laundry room just to make a pronouncement: thumbs up and they will deduct the “show up” charge from the “fix it” charge, thumbs down and you pay the “show up” charge and ditch the honkin’ monster. I kinda had a fit about paying someone to maybe fix my problem and told Andrew to give me time to think about it. Throwing good money after bad bugs me.
In the meantime, bless our cat who peed on my down coat.
I threw the coat into the washer and during the spin cycle, the squealing gave way to thump-a-thumpa then THUMPA-A-THUMPA. My coat knocked the washer off kilter and that jolting knocked something loose. The washer has been working like a champ ever since! Ta Da! I fixed it!! Pay me!
Remember that down coat I just mentioned? Remember I mentioned that the cat had peed on it? Well, Erin came to me this morning to tell me the cat had peed in her suitcase… with all her clothes in it…. clothes that are dry clean only… and totally soaked the lining of the suitcase too. Sweet. This was a little too much dejá vu all over again. (Sound familiar, mom!?) A washing machine to wash all those peed on clothes is a good thing.
And hoorah and hooray . My post about my Dacor appliances prompted the very helpful Jonathan to give me a call to make things right. I was feverishly Christmas shopping when Mr. Powers called and told me he had checked into things and was going to do right by me… even though my appliances were past their one year warranty period. “I know,” I admitted, “it’s just that I thought a nice top of the line appliance might last for, say, five years.” You know, like the ancient appliances that never give up the ghost in rental apartments, those avocado green or harvest gold ones. That is actually how I want my beautiful Dacor appliances to hold up. The repairman will be here mid morning and I will have over thirty people here later tonight.
So, as I am pulling out of Wal Mart, a woman is motioning me and looking a bit perturbed. I immediately think I am guilty of something, maybe like, almost running her over. I hesitantly roll down my window and she informs me that I have a flat, FLAT tire. “Oh, thank you so much,” I tell her. This sweet woman is ready to help me get to the tire factory, find a compressor and pump the dead tire back to life, sit with me until help arrives. “Tis the season and she is sweet.
In the end my dear friend bales me out and picks me up. But wait, there’s more, my son-in-law is due to arrive at the airport in a few hours and I am car-less. My dear friend loans her car for us to pick up my son-in-law at the airport. Then my son-in-law drives my dear friend’s car back to Wal Mart, puts the spare tire on my car and drives it back home.
SO….. looking for a silver lining in all this I am happy to finally catch up with my dear friend albeit I had to wreck a tire rim to do it.
Oh yah, and Erin’s dry cleaning… it’s still in the flat tire car and still needs dropped off.