I hate to have to admit it, but I haven’t gotten to bed on time a single night this week. It’s been anywhere from half an hour late to two hours late. Adding all of them up, I’ve lost, probably, a whole night’s sleep. I’m feeling it, too. I do hope this will be short so I can hit the hay at a reasonable time tonight.
Sunday, DD and I had our weekly visit. Things are pretty much the same there as they have been. I didn’t go anywhere or do anything spectacular. I did, on purpose, not change the bed. To tell you the truth, I didn’t have clean sheets. I figured it wouldn’t kill me to sleep on the same sheets for two weeks in a row. I did about kill myself clearing out the utility room and getting it ready for the washer and dryer.
Monday, it was back to work. Lowe’s called and said my washer was in but the dryer wasn’t yet. Did I want them to go ahead and deliver the washer? Well, NO! I wanted them both to come out at the same time. Well, the dryer would still be in on Wednesday. Tuesday came and another call from Lowe’s. The dryer was in. They could deliver both on Thursday. I’d already made arrangements to be home to accept them on Wednesday and told the caller I’d been assured they would be brought out that day. I was put on ignore for some minutes and, when he came back, he said they would bring them out as promised. I gave him my Magic Jack number so they could call me at home if it was after I left work for the day.
The delivery and installation were supposed to be Wednesday afternoon. I had gotten up at my usual 4:30 and was exercising when the phone rang. I figured it was DS1 (he seems to have a talent for calling me about that time) but it was Lowe’s. They would be here in less than an hour. I objected and said it was supposed to be in the afternoon. Morning is the absolute worse time for me to be away from work. “Your washer and dryer are on the truck to be the first taken off.” Not much I could do except call and let the girls know I would be in late.
I dashed into the bedroom and pulled on some more presentable clothes and started looking for the truck. I’d walk out to the road and look both ways. Nothing. I had the phone with me because they said they’d call if they couldn’t find the house. I sat on the deck and watched the hummingbirds. The garden got a thorough check and I watered what I could with the small amount of liquid in the container under the downspout. I was too antsy to watch the hummers any more so I came back in the house.
Seemingly hours later, there was a knock at the door. The deliverymen were here. They came in to scope out the situation and craft a plan of attack. One of them offhandedly said, “Oh, by the way…the washer has a dent in it. I’ve been authorized to offer you a discount if you want to take it.” I’d specified that they were to inspect the pair and make sure there were no dents or dings BEFORE they brought them out. I was not a happy camper.
I agreed to go out to the truck and look at said washer with said dent and it really wasn’t bad at all. It was on the right side at the back and the finish was still intact. Asking how much of a discount, I was told $25. I narrowed my eyes and proposed, “How about $50?” Well, he’d have to call his supervisor and clear it.
Surprise, surprise. He couldn’t get a signal on the company cell phone. He couldn’t get a signal on his personal cell phone. The other fellow (he looked to be about 14) couldn’t get a signal on HIS cell phone. I had them come in the house and call on my Magic Jack. The $50 was authorized. The old pair was moved out. I cleaned the floor while they were stowing them on the truck and then the new pair was moved in. Oh, and I’ll get another $20 plus tax because the washer came with a set of hoses. I can take the ones back they brought out.
After they left, I washed a load on “time saver” setting so I would have clean clothes to wear, then put a load in that was scheduled to start washing four hours later. I was in business.
After I got to work, I was summoned to meet with my superiors. Twice. My lunch was two hours late and I left later than usual. I was told to do a report on ER encounters for a time period that no longer exists in a form I can tap so I had to ask for help on that.
Besides the load I had scheduled, I washed two more making it four for the day. I did four more on Thursday and two yesterday making a total of 10 in the past three days. I got tired of folding sheets. At least I didn’t have to hang them on the line. My Dyson has competition now. There is a boatload of neat things on both the washer and dryer.
Today, I went to a church in the other valley. There were, I think, five churches present. The place was packed and the a/c wasn’t up to the task. At least I didn’t have to wear my jacket. The occasion was, besides the district meeting, the ordination of our pastor. It’s been a long time coming and he is very deserving.
I made some new friends (you can’t have too many) and may take a road trip with them to Kentucky one of these days.
I’d taken my lunch of four peaches cut up in OJ with blueberries and a banana. The salad I’d taken was mistakenly set to one side because someone thought I was going to eat the whole thing. I gave most of it away and ate the rest when I came home.
There were lots of people there I knew and a good time was had by all. (That is what someone would write in the community news when I was growing up.)
On the way back, I stopped at the cemetery. Mother’s arrangement is completely gone. I’d asked the florist to make another but haven’t followed up with her. I’ll need to do that. The place needs mowing, as well.
Well, that’s about it for my week. We’ve had a little rain but we need a lot more. The tomatoes are beginning to ripen and my strawberry plants are putting on runners. The Malabar spinach is all of about 6″ tall. That’s hardly the climbing plant that was supposed to have engulfed my house by now.
I’m tired. I’m through. Good night.