Last night, in the middle of the Great Rearranging of the House (which I’ve affectionately nicknamed the Feng Shui-ing) – the washer broke. And a few minutes later, so did the dryer. For the life of me, I cannot understand (nor imagine) how that could happen just merely minutes apart. It’s as though my household appliances are out to get me. I shall keep giving long side glances at the toaster.
And so I had to drip-dry some clothes during the night. And this morning, when I parted the curtains that hang in bedroom doorway, I simply moaned at the sight. Puddles of water were everywhere. So I scurried about (slowly, mind you) and put Large Fluffy Towels underneath the clothes. Murmuring the entire time.
And then tonight on the way home from work, I noticed my car had an odd little sound and the road rhythm seemed a bit off. So I called dad and asked him to come diagnose the problem. Unfortunately, my car behaved wonderfully when he took it out for a Furious Country Road Test. So, I still don’t know what was up with that.
But when my sugar dropped tonight, and I had to suddenly rush to find food or risk passing out, I saw that he had filled my gas tank up tonight (it was on F, practically) and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. You see, I also caught him stuffing a $20 dollar bill in my purse earlier this evening as he was walking out the door. And then when I tried to give it back, he ran down my dock and hollered something about how I needed to get back in the house and be a Good Daughter.
So even though everything is FALLING APART- I have a sweet dad who still wants to take care of his little girl (even though she is currently making comments left and right about how excited and wiggly she is to begin new adventures with the Other Man in Her Life).