Hoping that Pam Cook is recuperating well and will soon be up and around soon. For those who don't know, she fell and broke a femur. Ouch!!! Sending healing prayers!
Last Monday my washer decided that since it didn't go through a drain cycle it was going to run itself through all of the wash cycles. After taking the entire load out, hand wringing it, draping the entire soggy mess over the deck rails, and bailing the dratted thing out (how many gallons is 28 cups x 8?), my neighbor (McGyver) came over and found the problem - a belt had come off. Put it back on and it runs fine as long as we do very small loads. Called for repair. Good thing I'm not holding my breath.
Friday the same neighbor (who I rely on more and more but he's MOVING!) was over to help us finish the interior of the garage building I bought George (with the understanding that it would be kept neat, clean and organized and I would have ample room for gardening tools - yeah, right), and the stupid dog got out of the fence. Since George was supervising the work from a folding chair and couldn't be bothered to help catch the dog, I finally corralled him in the garage and grabbed a rope to use as a lead. Dratted animal pulled me down in the middle of the construction zone and I landed on my knees. My whack sense of humor kicked in when I rolled over, so instead of screaming in pain I told George not to let Dr. Carter know because then he'd gripe at me some more about the knee replacements. Thank goodness he's campaigning for the NC Senate now (with Mike Huckabee beside him, no less!!), so he won't be seeing me any time soon.
Then... Saturday afternoon I was propped up on one side of the recliner watching a movie with George (yes, we bought an ugly ugly ugly recliner for 2) and it was time to take some pain meds. I made it to the bathroom door and started yelling for George. Yep, it was under 2" of water from a busted hose on the commode. I grabbed every plier in the house and took them to him and he still couldn't get it shut off. Called my neighbor (McGyver, who is MOVING dangitall) and he ran over, killed the water to the house, and got the commode cut off turned to the off position. Meanwhile Adam had grabbed the shop vac, which started smelling like burning rubber, but at least we got all but a bit of the water up. Water back on, Jim (aka McGyver) had a date in S. Pines for dinner, so we had to wait until Sunday to pick up the part to fix it. Jim came over, took him 5 minutes to fix, and now we're in business again w/o having to use the bathroom on the other end of the house.
Phew.
Since there was water pouring into the heating vent in the bathroom, and the fact that there was no heat coming through that vent or the one in my bedroom, we called for repair. $500 lighter and a new run of ductwork (the old one is still full of water and was on the ground) and at least I'll have a warm bedroom tonight.
Still waiting on the washer repair guy.
Hope you have sunshine where you are and you are exercising your sense of humor!
Love you,
Perilous Pam
. Wish you had given me a call - I could have pointed Kurt in your direction, or at least given you a shoulder!! He'll help out whomever (my upstairs commode has been leaking for a year 
I am so ready to sell this place.
if I'm going out on that limb.