The hinge that supports the cover on my pickup bed wasn’t working Saturday and we discovered that one of the bolts securing it had broken. Odd…but easily repaired this morning by the same crew that attached it three years ago.
When I turned the cycle knob on my dryer Saturday it also broke. This is the third one that has broken, so I wasn’t totally surprised. Nothing lasts the way it once did. The dryer works fine, but something in the knob assembly is obviously defective. So…here we go with replacement #3.
We also installed the window air conditioner that cools our west-facing bedroom. Only one problem…the battery in the remote was dead. Of course it requires a special battery that I don’t keep! At least my husband works for Lowe’s, so I passed the task on to him.
I walked out to the laundry room last night to see the raccoons. I’ve walked out there nearly every night for years without any trouble. I haven’t moved anything into a new position. The light was even on! And yet…I hit my little toe against the metal leg of the treadmill and yes, I just imagine it is broken. And it really doesn’t matter if that is the official diagnosis… the toe is painful and swollen and purple and I can’t move it. I can’t even describe how I felt this morning, going through the familiar routine of gingerly putting on my shoe. There was a moment when I was so tempted to feel sorry for myself. And then I remembered the other little things that had happened on Saturday. I took those in stride because “things happen”. Now this has happened. It may not be the best thing that has happened to me, but it certainly isn’t the worst. And it probably won’t be my last accident. Things happen…
As Grandma Della would say, “This too shall pass.”