The weekend was memorable.   I have now sufficiently recovered enough to write about it.  We had planned a nice weekend home together. 

First: Sir had to work on Saturday – not happy about it, but necessary.  That’s okay – we’ll make do and have our cook-out after he comes home.  I rotor tilled the garden (yes, I know, much later than everyone else) and mowed the lawn. 

Sunday we went to church.  Nothing unusual, and then came home.

I loaded the dishwasher with yesterday’s dishes and started it up.  Then tried again.  Turned the knob slowly and listened.  The water isn’t running in.  Tried again, and again and again.  Sir looked at it, “huh, guess it isn’t working,” and walked away.  (Now I really know that work is on his mind.)  So, I shrugged and proceeded to pull the dishes out of the dishwasher and washed them by hand. 

Except the water isn’t staying hot.  In fact it’s getting cooler.  This reminded me that my shower that morning wasn’t as hot as I thought it should be.

Drat, I think, now the water heater is broke down.  Just great.  We had ordered a new clothes washer (the front loader kind) and now the dishwasher AND the water heater go out.

I tell Sir the water heater must be broken.  He goes and checks that.  No, the pilot light is on.  He goes out of the house - we’re out of propane.   It’s Sunday on Memorial weekend.

We have a gas stove, so of course that wasn’t operable.  So I cooked supper over an open campfire.  It was fun – it would have been more fun if it wasn’t so necessary.  I remember that I had a hot pot in storage.  So I kept that thing going to do the dishes. 

It got a little cool that evening and Monday was supposed to be cooler.  Normally I wouldn’t have minded too much except our furnace is a run by … you guessed it – propane. 

Monday morning my new front load washing machine arrived.  YEAH!  I started with towels.  WOW! That thing really wrings them out! I threw them in the dryer and started another load.  I asked Sir how long he thought the dryer would take since they were so well wrung out.  He looked at me and we said together:  Oh, no, Gas dryer.  Those things aren’t drying today.  So now I have two loads of damp towels in the basement. 

I prepared supper by microwave, hot pot, and crock pot.  By Monday evening I wasn’t feeling well.  Every joint in my body ached.  I chalked it up to stress and not being able to take my usual nice long hot soak in the tub.  But during the night I just ACHED.  Tuesday I didn’t feel any better.  But I had a meeting and 4 court hearings that afternoon, and as I explained to Blondie: when you’re self-employed you don’t get paid sick days.  So I went in to work.  It took a lot of brain power to concentrate.

I came home just exhausted to two kids who wanted attention.  The house was too cool and the propane hadn’t been delivered.  I warmed up baked beans for supper, brought the kids into the TV room, turned that space heater on high and crashed on the couch.  I don’t even know when Sir got home.  I took my temp – 100.7.  I know that isn’t high.  But I felt a little validated that I knew I was sick – and wasn’t a hypochondriac. 

Today I feel pretty well.  The propane was delivered and after much work I got the dryer, furnace and water heater going again.  And the dishes are all done.  By hand.

Life isn’t ever boring.