Waiting for the washer repairmen

Yes, it has turned out to be an extended affair – Zee washer, she needed another switch, because the broken part which caused the THWACKING was not the also the cause of the non-rinsing, non-spinning problem. Apparently, if the latter switch had not failed, I could have pushed the THWACK part back up and just the potential for future THWACKING would have remained.

Of course, the switch failing saved me from one of my idiosyncratic “fixes” and now I should be able to wash without any hitting of a certain spot or standing a certain way or sticking a piece of “something” “somewhere” to get it to work.

Now, they just have to get here . . . Excuse me, I am going to do an Indian Washer Man Dance to hurry them along.

The garage can wait

Last week I decided I would take one hour early every morning – when it is cool – to straighten up the garage. Not going to happen. HOT – that’s why. Hot in the morning, hot in the day, hot at night.

Yesterday it was 91 degrees and felt like 102; those of us in Northern Indiana are not used to such linebacker humidity. Sets you right on your rear – sends you scurrying for the AC.

Oh, gosh, the spectre of a power outage is the new monster under my bed.