….or letting the day unfold as it may.
Himself: Working in LA. He called me, I called him. He arrived just after dinner, and we had a delightful evening.
Herself: I slept really well Wednesday, less so Thursday in the heat of the great G.
Reading: I skimmed one of those “new” and touted novels….what a well written, true feeling, horror story. I couldn’t finish it. Have a JA Jance to read, but picked up a Mrs. Polifax by error. It’s a joy to reread.
Balance: Home and working on Comic Con photos. Yes! Reading. Yes!
There I was. Warm but parked in the shade. In my wonderful truck for which I need to join the Chevy club to get parts. Waiting. No one came. It wasn’t a matter of the meeting being moved, it was a matter of the meeting being cancelled.
Had I looked at my appointment book? No. Did I remember at the very last minute? Yes. At least I was grateful I remembered and came home guiltily to a very clean house. Feeling the fool, indeed, I set about to wash more dishes.
Why dishes. Our dishes haven’t been cleaned lately. Not at all. No matter the brand of dishwasher soap we used, no matter the dishwasher cleaner we used, our dishes came out of the dishwasher still with a residue of grease and foods. We did eat off of them.…Obviously we weren’t thinking.
I tried to reach the repair folks online. Nope, they wanted 45 bucks to talk with me. G struggled with phone trees and finally found someone who suggested we take the arms that go round and round out, clean them, and see what happens. We took them out only to see all the water holes but one blocked.
We took the whole interior of the dishwasher apart and soaked each piece. Vinegar worked better than CLR or the special cleaner stuff the manufacturer recommended. Yesterday I washed three loads. Now I am washing more dishes. Now I am washing all the silver, the pots and pans, and glasses as well as the utensils we have used lately.
There are days I really feel the fool, but my dishes will be clean in a most Zen manner.