Musings on a Small Life

This morning I stopped at the 24-hour downtown grocery store that's on my way to work, then went to McDonald's for a sugar-free vanilla skim milk latté. Caught the bus that comes downtown, goes to the hospital and then up through campus and onward. I sat at the front in the only available area, and though I could hear someone at the back being disruptive, I didn't turn around to look. I presumed it was a developmentally challenged person travelling with at least one other person. Well, that wasn't the case at all. It was a middle-aged woman, extremely disturbed, either quite mentally ill or on drugs or possibly both, standing up at the back of the bus, possibly shedding clothes or only clothed in a light top and pants, and acting out whatever was in her mind. The driver had put a call through to dispatch and when we got to the downtown transfer point, we all exited the bus as an ambulance arrived to remove her. I took another bus heading close to my office, other ...

Because someone who likes to get up there and who shall remain nameless (Nicki) dislodged this little tube. Took the repairman, what, two seconds (if that) to "fix." I saw the tube hanging down this morning and thought that wasn't right (lol), but I couldn't see where the end went and the schematics in the manual were not helpful to me. At least I know how to "repair" it if the same thing happens again! Crazy cat.  

3:03PM EDT and the sound of my washing machine on its rinse cycle is music to my ears. Yesterday I called the appliance repair shop I used the last time the washer died (November 2012), 98% sure no one would be there on a holiday Monday. But no, they were open till 1PM. Yippee! So I was able to make an appointment for today, and the repair guy showed up just after 10AM, earlier than expected. Not the same guy who came in November 2012, but he told me the same thing: It's a good (mechanical) machine, worth rebuilding when the motor goes. Fortunately it wasn't the motor this time, it was something that sounded like "capacitor," the doohickie that gives the machine its initial shot of "juice." A starter of sorts, I guess. A $25 part, plus $40 to show up and $40 for the labour, plus tax. Came out to $118.65 and I thought that was pretty darned good. Sunday's load is finishing up now, rewashed, and I've a second load to go in shortly. (Found ...