Category Archives: Barbara Ellen

Dishwasher Saga

In eighteen days we’ve tried to get a new dishwasher installed three times. And counting. The first time the Lowe’s contract installer said he couldn’t do it from the existing cutoff valve because it was broken and he wasn’t authorized to replace cutoff valves.

The second time, the Lowe’s guy fixed the cutoff valve but said he couldn’t install the dishwasher because his company had a rule that dishwashers (on their watch) couldn’t be connected to an electrical outlet. The third time the Lowe’s installer saved us from goofy excuses. He just didn’t show up. His number was busy for an hour.

Then he showed up, an hour late, and a bit grumpy because he’d worked all day. But he got it installed and we ran a load of dishes and cups and utensils through it.

Only potential problem is he connected our aluminum wires to the dishwasher, which surely has copper wiring, and aluminum wire haters say that’s a no-no without insulating connectors, grease-filled by preference. Too late. Though I suppose we could hire a plumber or electrician to do it. But the ones I’ve been dealing with for a decade poo-poo the very idea.

Off-line for a while

Pulling the plug on the old AT&T innertubes connection today and moving to reopen shop on Spectrum (Time-Warner in disguise) by Monday at the latest.

We’re moving from the rancho to the mini-rancho, sans roly polys we hope, still under the trees but poised on the edge of Neely’s Canyon in the hill country. Today, moving some stuff over, Barbara Ellen was enthralled with the animules: a family of white-tailed deer just below us on our fenced porch. She’s the reason we didn’t find a mini-rancho on a ridgeline this time. Haven’t lived on a ridge in sixteen years.

I do miss the sunrises and sunsets, but BE prefers to watch the deer, the squirrels and the birds, and I prefer to watch her be happy.

Streamliner Memories

Sigh. Just looking at the pics (or pix, if you prefer) brings back memories of our two thousand mile Amtrak excursion earlier this year. We only got a few canyons (in Colorado and New Mexico) and no mountains at all in Texas and Kansas) but we want to do it again next year. This time we’ll cut the distance to Colorado in half by going and coming back across West Texas.

Moving on

Been skipping blogging in this hectic week with much less and much more to come. We’re downsizing, buying a condo and selling the rancho. So lots of repairs  here and there, and painting here, and so forth to get ready to move in and sell out.

And, meanwhile, there’s the culmination of the drama of getting my step-daughter an apartment in a very crowded (and getting more crowded) and very expensive (and getting more so) town, which finally seems solved. She picks up the keys tomorrow. No washer/dryer but beggars and choosers.

Pretty exhausting for a 75-year-old. I’m pacing myself. Napping afternoons. So, now, all my (3+) commenters should not worry about why I’m not keeping up hereabouts. But thanks for asking.

Thrones adieu

Have now watched the first episode of the 8th and final season of Game of Thrones. Several times, in fact. Will watch again tomorrow with Bar.

Good to see the old gang again. Wonder how it will all play out. I think they will not drag out the battle but save time for resolutions for all. Shall see.

Chores

Sent Mr. Boy his Eastertime chocolate bunny and one for his girlfriend. Got tread milling done for another day. Cleaned out the litter box. Soon off to the lawyer for changes to my will. Thence to UPS to return some clothes for Bar that don’t fit. Finally to H.E.B. for food.

Then nap time!

Who decides on painkillers?

Barbara Ellen recently got a $660 bill from her healthcare provider for the laughing gas used to moderate her pain from several dental fillings.

It could have been worse. The government could have decided in advance that she didn’t need any painkillers at all.

“You want government-run healthcare? This is what it looks like. People you’ll probably never meet in your entire life, who don’t know anything about you, will decide how much pain you get to live with.”

Naturally government-run healthcare is a Socialist Dimocrat thing. The Socialist Dims believe bureaucrats are uniquely suited to decide such matters for you. Just don’t try to get between a woman and her doctor if she wants an abortion. Killing babies right up to nine months is sacrosanct to a Socialist Dim.

Via PJMedia