August 1, 2009

• All Good Things

  What an absolutely lovely summer day it was!  And I spent it hard at work on the porch.  You remember THE DOG, I assume. Well, remember how it dug up the porch and left holes in the wood? That wood had to be replaced. So Wit (age 16) ripped off half of the front of the porch and worked off and on for a month to replace the boards. I was very proud that he stuck to it and got it done. Then, the side porch had to be done, but not all the side boards needed replacing, and we didn’t have the right tools, so we hired a guy to replace the boards, which took him all of 5 hours.  Today, Gockle, TGD, and I sanded and sanded the old boards which had peeling paint.  Afterward, the painting began. I’m not sure how long it took me today to put two coats on the porch, the trim, and the lattice on our rather large wraparound porch. But I do know that my hands can’t grip, my arms are weak, and my back is sore. And I whine on Xanga.  Actually, I really enjoy painting, so this was a good project for me.
  
  And, I HAD A RIPE TOMATO! Mmmmmmm! But the seeds were almost flourescent green. I was a tad nervous to eat them, although it might have turned me into something like Spiderman, except I’d be Tomato Woman with the shape, coloring, and special skills of a tomato. Er, no thanks. Anyhow, what I ate was delicious. You have no idea how long it seems I’ve been waiting for those tomatoes to get ripe.
  
  Speaking of long waits, I have the next installment of the Rip-Many-Holes washer saga. Yesterday, I went to Sears, as I called earlier and was told the woman with whom I’d been dealing would be in later that day.  When I asked for her, I was told, “Oh, she’s on vacation.”  With a disgusted sigh, I said, “I need to speak to the district manager.” The poor fellow looked panicked and said, “I can get our store manager.”  Which he did.
  
  The store manager came out and seemed kind. I told him my tale of woe–the four years of repairs, the holes ripped in clothes (had samples in the van!), and all. He took me to the Kenmore washers and said, “Which one do you have?”
  “Well, none of these. Mine is four years old.”
  “Which one is it closest to?”
  I pointed it out and called TGD for confirmation. Mr. Manager nodded a few times and said, “Can you take delivery of a new washer next week?”
  I looked at him, baffled for a second. “Um. Are you taking the old one away?”
  “Yes, it shouldn’t do that.”
  
  So, I’m getting a brand-new washer FOR FREE to replace my four year old one which rips up our clothes. Hooray Sears Manager Guy!

  And, if that weren’t enough good things, let’s not forget a large bowl of chocolate chip ice cream, a garage cleaned by the children, algebra project still finished, and a new Julia Quinn novel. And, of course, all you dear people who bother to read these rambles.
  
  
  
  

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