As I was making my morning cup of tea, I noticed how clean and shiny my tea infuser is, and I felt grateful all over again for the new dishwasher that went in last week. The old one still worked, but it was just going through the motions, much like a refrigerator in a rental house I was in 30 years ago.
Floyd from Floyd’s Refrigerator Repair arrived at my door wearing a battered pair of blue jeans folded in deep cuffs that showed his black socks. His appearance didn't incite confidence, but he was the guy the owner sent, so I led him into the kitchen and waved at the refrigerator.
Floyd: Whattsa matter with it?
Me: It’s not working.
Floyd, opening fridge door and waving his hand in there: It’s running.
(I am not making this up.)
Me: I’d like for it to get cold in there.
Floyd squats on the floor to remove panel at bottom of fridge—and there it was: the jeans rode down to show the crack of his butt—I am not kidding! There is a reason for that stereotype, and Floyd is it. He grunts, roots around in black toolbox, whacks, tinkers, shakes the fridge, hands me a bill. And the story goes on until we got the owner of the rental house to replace the darned thing. Apparently Floyd was quite flummoxed that a working refrigerator wasn't good enough for us and that we wanted the freezer to get cold enough to make ice in the ice cube trays.
Anyway, like that refrigerator, my 20-year-old dishwasher was just going through the motions, so I had it replaced with one that gets the dishes clean and I am so darned grateful for this little bit of whiz-bang that I laugh out loud at the beauty of it: a dishwasher that removes tea stains. Am I lucky or what!
And while we're talking about getting things fixed, I saw my beautiful wonderful fantastic chiropractor yesterday, who told me my L-2 was up around my M-1 (or something) interfering with my gluteus maximus and it—my L-2—didn’t want to let go. So she wheedled and I took a deep breath and let it all out and she pushed on my final out breath and when she said, “Aha!” I knew she had coaxed that L-2 back into line with whole chorus line of letter-numbers. Today I am sore but functioning quite well for an appliance my age.