Sunday, June 16, 2013
Last month my Whirlpool of 7 years crapped out for the third time. Todd the fixer sadly indicated its demise and did not charge me after he spent an hour strewing parts of it all the H3ll over my basement. I was without a washer for about a week and then made a bold move...
I, the Cheapest Person Ever Born, strode into Home Despot with my Visa card and bought a top-loader, the 2nd one I saw. It was delivered the following Saturday and now sits resplendent in my funky basement. Works great although it has a few too many areas of sensitivity -- it senses temperature and locks its lid and has delays for some goodly reason or other, while little lights blink cheerfully in various primary colors. But it washes my dainties and that's all I care about.
Speaking of bright light, life is pretty dull without SO. We still talk on the phone and text every single day, and have a standing TV date every Tuesday plus our usual Saturday thing. Friday my back was sore and I got a huge bouquet and a hot-fudge sundae as a reward -- delivered with a smile. (How stupid am I at 61? I must be reminded NOT to carry an air-conditioner upstairs from said funky basement? Jeesh.)
And tonight we are going to a basketball game at the Sun but are each bringing other dates who don't know the history. I can just see all eight eyebrows going up as revelations of past intimacies are revealed. (She did what with who? Huh?) It will be an irony fest, for sure.
I shall be blushingly modest and yet resplendent in clean dainties. Tsk, tsk, they who know do not tell and they who tell do not know. (Lao Tse, a slam-dunk of a guy if ever there was one.)