With Abby remaining a bit under the weather, she and I elected not to drive to Ardmore this week to see her step mother-in-law Ethel, who fell and broke her hip, had it replaced, and is about to begin physical therapy. We sent flowers instead.
Abby rested, so I retreated into chores, all of which needed to be done anyway. I finished painting our gun bench, which was Abby’s father’s, so I was obliged to paint it the same color, battleship grey, which was fine by me. It look great, and I am eager to place it in on the range at the west end of the pasture and use it.
After I painted the bench, I wanted to retrieve an empty chest of drawers from behind the mountain/nest of “can you put this somewhere in the garage” stuff so I could use it. Pulling it out was like pulling a thread from a sweater, and the whole nest came apart. I was ready, though, and spent the next three hours moving, organizing, throwing out trash, assembling shelves, then reassembling the whole thing into a much neater, cleaner, less-spidery storage area.
Then this morning, I went to the RV to try to diagnose a plumbing problem a guest reported. It turned out that the potty was full and backed up into the shower. I took care of that, and while I was at it, I decided to fire up the generator to make sure it is ready for any winter storms coming later this fall. Once it started, it ran for half a minute then stopped. I tried it over and over, with the same result, so I left it, feeling discouraged.
In the house, I shampooed the “hot spot” in the carpet where the dogs come in from the yard. In the middle of that, however, there was another plumbing crisis, this one in the house, with which I dealt. So it was an oddly sewagey day.
Later I went out by the RV to wash a piece of outdoor furniture, which I discovered was infested with ants, and cranked up the generator, just out of curiosity. It started and ran just fine. Hm. Moody appliances.