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Sudsy happiness
Jul. 20th, 2005 10:47 pmI spent the day driving from appliance store to appliance store, checking on prices. The store folks were, one and all, nonplussed to have a customer aver "I want the bottom of the line Heavy Duty washer. No, I don't care about "delicate" or "Perm Press". Do I look like someone who uses the delicate cycle? Plu-lease. Just give me something that can wash 10 yards of 60" fabric without flinching and I'll be happy." It did make each stop a very fast one and when the morning was over, I'd decided on a machine from the same place we'd bought every one we've owned - Sears. What can I say? In 28 years of marriage, we've owned two washing machines, both of them Kenmores and both purchased used/refurbished. This time I get a new one. It's kinda shiny. The dent on the top where the loading folks dropped it almost looks like it was meant to be decorative. (The earliest date for a replacement machine is July 29th. Uh, no. I can live with a dent.) Arn offloaded the machine from the truck and got it installed in its new home all by himself. With the aid of the handtruck that I scooted over and bought for him in the tools department while he was buying the machine in the appliance department. Heh. Every year I try to convince him to buy one for Pennsic and every year he dithers. Now we have one we can donate to the barony and leave in the new storage trailer. That will make my mind rest easier, knowing that he'll be straining his back less from now on. Loading our own truck the day before we drive up is stress enough.
I either ate something bad or picked up a quick-passing stomach virus. It made shopping something of a challenge, especially in the heat. Driving wasn't bad but the walk across the parking lots from the areas where trucks could safely park was reminiscent of grueling days in formation at boot camp. I found myself saying, "What is the 12th regulation of the UCMJ?" "To report all submarines surfacing on the Grinder, Sir!" - It was a boot camp joke about the parade ground, a vast rolling plain of cement, and the heat waves that made it look like water. Maybe senility is setting in. Anyway, I ended up in bed for a few hours with all the things necessary for comfort and shooed Arn on his way to the baronial Activities night without me. I'd meant to get some stuff done there but couldn't risk that I might be contageous.
Food is purchased for this weekend. None of my cooking is going to be "medieval" but it will still be tasty. I'm testing out spare ribs that come pre-seasoned and sealed tight from our Commissary. If nothing else, the smell of them should be appealing after a day of sweaty fighting.
I either ate something bad or picked up a quick-passing stomach virus. It made shopping something of a challenge, especially in the heat. Driving wasn't bad but the walk across the parking lots from the areas where trucks could safely park was reminiscent of grueling days in formation at boot camp. I found myself saying, "What is the 12th regulation of the UCMJ?" "To report all submarines surfacing on the Grinder, Sir!" - It was a boot camp joke about the parade ground, a vast rolling plain of cement, and the heat waves that made it look like water. Maybe senility is setting in. Anyway, I ended up in bed for a few hours with all the things necessary for comfort and shooed Arn on his way to the baronial Activities night without me. I'd meant to get some stuff done there but couldn't risk that I might be contageous.
Food is purchased for this weekend. None of my cooking is going to be "medieval" but it will still be tasty. I'm testing out spare ribs that come pre-seasoned and sealed tight from our Commissary. If nothing else, the smell of them should be appealing after a day of sweaty fighting.
