Confessions of a Grandma

Have you ever wondered—for some strange reason—what the under belly of a dishwasher looks like? Wonder no more: The new motor arrived very quickly.  It only had to come from Jacksonville, Florida. The old is on the left, the new on the right. Really, it is not the most convenient appliance to work on.  Poor Mike, with all his recent aches and pains—but he got it running although it pretty much killed his Saturday morning. He spent the rest of the day taking the defective motor apart and problem solving exactly what went wrong.  He found the defective part.  Next time it will be “much easier” to fix.  He also did research on the net to confirm his trouble shooting and find some better method of putting the thing into storage mode. I would be doing all the dishes in the sink OR buying a new dishwasher.  By the way, he did go to an appliance repair place early in the game, but got nothing more than shoulder shrugs.  He snatched the motor ...

Vermont summer is generally regarded to happen between Memorial Day and Labor Day, which makes this the last day of summer no matter what the calendar says.  And the weather today was certainly cooperating with that bit of folk wisdom.  Mike says it's as though someone just flips a switch.  I'm sure we will have more nice days, but after the record heat of the past week, it does seem fallish today. My hour of garden work turned into three hours of weeding, rearranging, and digging.  I have some plants to divide so I need to dig more garden space so I'll have a place to put them.  The thing of it was that I wasn't drenched and blinded by sweat mixed with sun block so I just didn't realize how long I was working out there.  Now I'll have to cut back on some other part of my day.  The library is closed today and I think the digging takes the exercise place of my usual Monday walk there.  Mike will just have to take on supper because ...