Well, Well
Today was the day for dipping water out of the washing machine tub after yesterday’s debunked laundry day. I was not in a hurry. Mindless activity via two cups at a time. I had phoned an appliance and repair shop in Windom and they would have someone here Wednesday or Thursday.
As I had gotten out the water out as much as possible, I wiped up the rim of the tub. I stood there just staring at the machine audibly swearing at it. I took my index finger and gave the start button a push it wouldn’t soon forget. Take that! It made some clicking sounds and started filling the tub with water. Well, well. Had shutting off the circuit breakers actually worked and my usual soft poke on the start button yesterday didn’t give it enough of a message after it had re-calibrated? Hell’s bells.
We decided to go ahead with the service call as perhaps something in the control panel needed a check. I would hate to repeat yesterday’s event and/or wonder when the next stall would be.
We got a call last night after supper that Dennis’ little red pickup was ready to be picked up from the repair shop. It made someone’s day. Taking a whip around town just isn’t the same in a Lincoln. I took Dennis to Steve’s shop this morning. Dennis was gearing himself up for the repair bill. It was the fuel pump that had gone out. Out of the $620.00: $50.00 was for the tow, $150 was for labor. All is well with the ole cowboy.
With the night’s bound to be getting chillier, going to darn right cold, I put the freshly laundered flannel duet cover on my freshly laundered comforter today. A tug here and a tug there, I got it buttoned in and left the heft and loafing to Dennis’ strong arms. As with the last of the loafing it came down on the bed like a cloud of marshmallows.
Being grateful and thankful that our fall has gone well . . . all things considered, we are going to the Hometown Cafe for supper.
With that I will take my leave. ♥