We had a little weather yesterday. If the new washer and dryer are delivered tomorrow, I will test them out with the clothes that got so muddy on our walk through the neighborhood.
I talked to my dad just before his father’s funeral service. Most of my extended family was there, in Texas. I couldn’t make the trip, so my little family and I took down the tree and packed away the decorations. I snuck under the covers to cry a few times, too, but each time I was jumped on and tickled by someone little and reminded that I need to be with them, not sniveling in my bed.
We finally got the washer and dryer thing figured out, so of course today the van wouldn’t start when I needed it to bring me home. Hopefully it is the battery. Maybe the alternator. I seem to be incapable of owning a car that just works. I need to learn the lesson from that so I can have working cars. Maybe that attitude is what has me stuck here, though. I ought to go do the dishes and make sure the laundry area is as clean as it can be. I want the new stuff to feel loved so it will work happily. (Just don’t tell the dryer that my dream dryer is this one.)