This has been one of the worst laundry days I’ve experienced in a long time. I stood in that cold air for 30 minutes, waiting for Robert to come and open the door. The clubhouse is supposed to open at 0700.
I was there at 0640, as Robert usually comes early for me, and opens it. That gives me a little jump on the day for the other things I have to do.
About 0650, I heard some noise inside, and walked around to see one of the maintenance men’s truck. I knocked on the maintenance door to no avail. So I walked back up, and one of the neighbors came up the walk with a coffee cup in his hand. He asked if it was open (yes, I just wanted to punish myself) and he went back and woke up his neighbor, Robert.
In the meantime, I walked back around to the maintenance door and Mike was coming out. I asked him if he could please open the door so I could do the laundry. “That’s not my job.” Gr-r-r-r-r.
Robert finally came, and me being who I am, I didn’t get on his case. I got the laundry done, but standing out in the cold for 30 minutes did my back no good. Since it was clothing and not bedding, I didn’t dry them, as I was anxious to get home and take another morphine.
I waited for the pill to work, about 30 minutes, and then went in to hang the clothes on the drying rack for undies and hangers for outerwear. By the time I was done bending and stooping, the pain was so bad I was shaking and couldn’t straighten up.
Wednesday is my pain clinic appointment and I have to fill out the papers to get started on the lower back.
I went to Walmart to get a couple of things (using up the freebie coupons I had, and Walmart was packed. Ungh. I had two coupons for “up to $4.00” on Smucker’s products, so I bought some jams and some hot fudge sauce for my little ice cream cups when I’ve been a good girl! :o] I thought she would take the price off of two items, but she filled in $4.00 on each coupon and took that off my bill! WHOA!!!
(And by the way, the steroid went up $4 when I got it on Friday.) It had been going down for the last two years. *sigh*
God is clearly preparing you for your mave back to Alaska when the large pile of excrement hits the air excitement device.
And how can that mechanic possibly know how to fix washers and dryers if he doesn’t even know how to open a flipping door?