If the first of the year is a harbinger for the rest of the year, then I am in trouble.
Mary got a last-minute booking for the Green House, and the guests left a big mess behind. Yeah, it was New Year’s Eve and all, but this was un-called for.
Among other things, they managed to break the dishwasher, and …
Who you gonna call?
And so it was that I found myself on my knees in front of the dishwasher next door, as if at prayer, while Mary chanted incantations from the book of Job:
What’s wrong with it?
It doesn’t cycle when I push the button. How come?
How long do you think this is going to take?
Can I help?
See how it sounds funny? What do you think is wrong?
Do you need anything?
Let me know if I’m in your way.
I started it up, and soon, it stopped. It was definitely broken.
And so, the next day, I had the dishwasher out from Under, upside down, leaking fluids, and taken apart, and I found a foreign object wrapped around the pump rotor.
I fixed it, and I put it back together, and everything is fine.
A lobster whisker had immobilized the pump.
I got back into the habit of working in Stowe for a couple hours most days, and it’s safe to say that the hard part is done.
For the first 10 weeks of it, I managed not to hurt myself. True, I cut myself good a couple times, but I got through the project pretty much intact.
So today was carpet day. My last big load before taking a few days off.
I took up all the carpets, I rolled them up into 13 bundles, and I loaded them onto the truck. They barely fit.
At the dump, the 3rd-to-last bundle got stuck in the maw of the pit, and when I leaned in to kick it, I slipped in the snow, and I limped for 3 days.
Roll ’em up, drive ’em out, Rawhide !
I fixed up and gave away a nice bedroom set.
Built in the days when they used dovetails to join particle board.
Plan C