EDIT: (2:03 pm) Wally, the Dryer Guy, came. I was kind. Fixed the dryer. Gave me a discount. One load down, forty to go. Turns out Wally had to go to the ER Friday night with acid reflux. It was eating his stomach lining. “They should have sent someone else in my place,” he said. I agreed. But all is well. My house is quiet. I’m typing up comprehension questions for Tuck Everlasting. Life is good.
My blogs all sound the same lately, don’t they? Here’s my life at the moment. (stop me if you’ve heard it before…)
My dryer is still in pieces. Trying to be proactive, I washed a load of towels, draped them over our deck railing to dry yesterday around 5:00. Still wet when I went to bed. Left them out there. It rained. We’re using beach towels. Next is dish towels. Wait–those are all dirty.
Called the appliance repair company a zillion times yesterday. Gave me the run-around every time. (or just let the answering machine pick up) Is it just me, or is it really bad business to tear someone’s dryer apart on a Friday, promise to be back first thing Saturday morning, and still not show up by Tuesday morning? I just called again. The guy who answered said he “just got off the phone with the repairman, and he’ll be by shortly.” I’m not holding my breath. I am confined to my house indefinitely, just so I don’t miss the dryer guy who may never show.
I’m trying to have a good attitude about this. And find a good place to air dry soccer uniforms for tonight’s game.
Some very special xanga friends were a huge encouragement to me last night. You know who you are. Thank you, ladies. Gabe had a meeting all evening, Livi went to play with a friend, and Ava and I weathered a huge storm together. The screaming and fighting and sobbing ended with her falling asleep and me lying prostrate on my bedroom floor, crying out to God. The rest of the night (she slept from 5-7 maybe) was wonderful. She was lovey and huggy. Today started out great. Had a relatively small episode this morning. Her tantrum was markedly shorter. I didn’t cry. We’re getting there.
Man, don’t I have anything new to share? I had a good meeting with LaRae, the editor from Harvest House, yesterday. We discussed some cool future possibilities.
My old third-graders (now in 10th grade, I think) actually want to be friends with me on facebook. The boys even. I feel so loved.
Nina just found a copy of Blushing Bride, brought it to me, and said, “read!” Thanks, but no. Where’s Brown Bear, Brown Bear?
Lots on my heart that I don’t have time to share at the moment. Good stuff. God stuff. I loved Gail’s account of her trip to a very cool conference last weekend. She voiced so many of my thoughts.
May your Tuesday be full of joy!