More Random Happenings

One: Good help is hard to find...

As almost never happens I found myself with one pair of clean socks in the drawer. As well, three loads of laundry had accumulated in the past week. How, I wondered? Probably because it has been very hot and rainy and I ended up changing at least a couple times a day. I took a load down and put it in the machine. I can usually hear when the machine stops from my room so, I flipped through a couple catalogues while I waited. I waited and waited and waited. A few times I went to the basement door to listen and heard the machine filling with water. I assumed that this was during the rinse cycle. Because nothing gets past me, the fourth time I realized that it had been over an hour and a half since I loaded the thing. I went downstairs to investigate and found that for some reason the machine was stuck on the initial water-fill stage. It had of course over-filled and made it's way to the floor and the near by sump pump hole thingy which was making the most monstrous sounds. I flipped with the dial some and found that the machine would drain at the end of the cycle marking. It drained, and I was pissed. Pissed mostly because the washer repairman had come just a few days earlier and said that their was nothing wrong with the machine. As I recalled, he was summoned because the machine would not drain properly. After the machine drained I added soap and let it fill but, manually stopped the water level. I scrubbed and rubbed the socks in my new role as human agitator much like the washer women of old. I drained the machine and filled and rinsed the clothing again manually. The whole miserable while I was thinking about how overly-dependent we have become on technology and convenience. Rightly so! Now, if I could just find some one who can actually diagnose when and how the convenience is broken and repair it accordingly.

Two: Your Grandma wears combat boots...

The title here was used as a mocking insult by children a generation or two ago. Yesterday, on the bus I saw an elderly woman of about 80 years wearing a bright floral summer dress. She was also wearing big black jump boots. Yes, military issue jump boots, tall ones. I stared and wondered. She smiled at me and then tapped her right foot to a song that only she could hear.

Three: Minnie Pearl Revisited

Yesterday, there was a man on the bus all clad in new clothing. He wore a nice new pair of chinos and a short sleeved buttoned up sport shirt. I could tell that it was a new outfit because the shirt had store merchandise tags hanging from the sleeves. As well, when he got up to leave his back pocket also had store tags. Was he starting a new trend or just where I'm headed? :D