Day #4 pf #RRBC’s #ADayInMyLife 30-Day #Blogging Challenge @maurabeth2014 @RRBC_Org @RRBC_RWISA @Tweets4RWISA #RWISA

January 5, 2023

Well, I imagine you all were on pins and needles all day, weren’t you, just wondering about my Dryer Repair Day? I thought so. Let me put your mind at ease. Mr. Dryer Repair Guy did show up.

First, as always, I got up at around 6:30 (I vary between 5:30 – 7:30, so a wide range) and had my customary two cups of coffee. Instead of reading emails and the newspaper, as I do most mornings, I read and made comments on other RRBC members’ posts. I’m sure learning lots of interesting things about you folks. But I digress. This morning, after coffee, I took Ziggy for his second walk of the morning (George takes him for his first one) and settled in to wait for the repairman, who was scheduled to arrive between 11am and 2 pm. I figured, based on my past experience with repairs in my home, that meant about 5 pm, just as I was cooking dinner. I was wrong. He arrived closer to 11.

I was filled with joy. My heart leapt in my chest. I waited on our sun porch while George brought the man into our home and led him to the offending machine. The evil dryer. George said he’d watch and call me when the repair was done (our laundry room is small). I clicked on another of your blogs and got comfortable, figured I’d check in a bit and talk to the guy before he left. About five minutes later, George came out onto the sun porch and sat in his rocker.

Me: “George, why are you here? Don’t you want to watch what he’s doing?” George: “He’s gone.” Me: “Huh?” George: “He said he had to order a part.” Uh oh. Me: “What part?” George: “A motor.” Me: “An entire MOTOR? Did you ask how long it would be before we might get it and he could fix it?” George: “No.”

See, this is why there are divorces. I will call the repair people tomorrow and see what I can find out. Maybe we should get a new dryer, but George says that’s silly. We will see. So that is where we are. I still have to hang my wash out till who knows when.

By then, the groomer who does Ziggy had arrived in her portable grooming van, and I walked Ziggy out and handed him over. Poor baby was shaking so badly it was pathetic. But he’s all clean and adorable now, smells fantastic and has the cutest fur-cut. I think he has forgiven me.

After that, I cleaned my upstairs and felt pretty darn virtuous. Then I made fried rice with leftover pork and some frozen shrimp (yum) and fried some frozen pot stickers (not so yum).

That was my day, till now. Oh I left out the part about calling the U.S. government (I worked for them for 28 years) to ask why they sent me a check for $120.23. It was futile, and I still don’t know, because I couldn’t get to a live person. Apparently only robots work for the government now.

I wish you all a good night.

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