I know it happens to everyone from time to time, but right now I am feeling like we are living in the broken house. Everywhere we look is something needing fixing. Last summer while Bear the Lab was living with her cone of shame she came crashing through the mud room, winged open one of the
pantry doors, and hit it so hard that it split right down the frame. So now we have a half naked, very unorganized pantry cupboard for all to see and admire! It’s off its hinges and getting ready to be glued, but of course there is really no great spot in the house to be doing that…. so it lies in state on top of one of our many freezers, in the hallway.
That is one of the most obvious things in the house that is in need of repair. Not so obvious, but even more inconvenient is the dishwasher. A 6 year old KitchenAid, just about my favorite appliance of all, decided it wanted a vacation. We have had our ups and downs with this dishwasher. Currently we have been living with the door not having any springs on it, but Thursday when I came home from work and started to unload it, I realized that it had never done its thing that morning. It is one of those washers that has an electronic keypad on it so we cleared everything and tried again. Multiple times, different settings. It was not about to budge. Miracle of Miracles, on Saturday we actually were lucky enough to get a repairman up to the house. Pretty amazing, actually. It’s the quickest action we have taken yet! It needs parts, but at least they are in the works and my husband (very wisely, I think!) had him order the springs as well. I can hardly wait! We really had that baby packed to the gills. Figures. It took me a few hours to get that load cleaned up. And while we are in the kitchen, I won’t describe the half-on and half-off counter tiles, and the giant box sitting in the living room with the new sink inside right next to the 12 boxes of new tile. Another sigh :*)
The thing that I am most upset about, however, is probably the damage that our dear, darling,
Daisy the Bluetick Hound (our son’s dog) has ravaged on some of my most cherished property: the Jensen spinning wheel. Not the wheel itself (a 30″ cherry production wheel), thank goodness. But she has now chewed up at least 3 bobbins, and the worst one: one of my whorls. AARGH! She and her owner owe me big time! Expletive, expletive.