1st July 2024 . On the way to Bennington....to buy a new washer/dryer. That was the easy part. . We immediately chose what we wanted, for once the least expensive set on display. Previously, I had a reputation for infallibly zeroing…
On the way to Bennington....to buy a new washer/dryer.
That was the easy part.
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We immediately chose what we wanted, for once the least expensive set on display.
Previously, I had a reputation for infallibly zeroing in on the most expensive item.
So that was good.
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We went this route the first time months ago, when our machine became half-hearted.
But when we discovered the difficulties involved with installing a new one...
We thumped our uncooperative machine and beat it into submission.
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No such luck this time.
From the sounds it was making, we expected it to hurl itself up through the ceiling and launch itself.
A repair man? Don't I wish.
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The machine is old and nothing lasts forever, so it's not even the expense that is irritating.
Our old dryer runs on gas and electricity, so there is the matter of getting the gas line capped.
And...the plugs are out-of-date and require replacement, along with the installation of new wiring.
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Such upheaval is annoying, but we would be delighted to endure it.
If we could find someone to undertake the job.
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Knowing that arranging this would be problematic, we procrastinated on our way home, turning this way and that until when, after we found ourselves back in Bennington twice, we thought perhaps we should consult the satnav and plot our way home.
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We thoroughly enjoyed a leisurely trip along leafy lanes with lovely vistas.
And hardly another vehicle to contend with.
So that was another good thing.
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Arriving home late, we found that the cats had mostly lost interest in lunch.
They are all being very picky of late.
It seems to me that they are being fed too much, so there was no need for concern, except...
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Where had he got to?
He was nowhere to be found. Again.
Like the fools we are we went through the routine, once more. Upstairs, downstairs, under furniture.
Last time he disappeared, he was found in the rafters down in the basement.
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That was where he must be, but when I moved in that direction the man got huffy:
"He's not there!"
Alright then!
Ten minutes later, the boy shot out from his hiding place: in the basement.
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It's clear, at this point, that no-one is coming to claim this little guy. I've thought up all sorts of cool names for him but Grant rejects them all and says he doesn't want to think about names anymore.
He is at once in love with the kitten, while not wanting to be involved with such a young animal. Giving it a name is the final step to acceptance.
Even though, I know full well he would not give it up at this juncture.
By default, I think its name will be:
Ky-mon, which is basically the sound he recognises as Grant's voice:
"Come on!"
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The kitten was offered food again, and appears to have returned downstairs to continue its siesta.
Waiting in vain for calls to be returned by electricians and plumbers, I thought I would type up a quick post, thought I expected to be frustrated here too...
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Reading someone else's post, I attempted to write a comment, only to find that the Word Press comments box would not accept the letter "i" .
Having up-ended the keyboard, tapped it and blown on it to no avail, I plugged in my old one, finding that it was not a keyboard issue.
As you can see, it works here. For now.
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The day has not been a total bust.
We have added further routes to a lengthening list of places to explore further in the Fall.
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