We got in a quick two mile walk again. Gotta stay up on that as much as possible, especially with these eating holidays coming up. We also managed to wrangle Freddy enough to give her a bath. Well, read here, “Chris” rather than “we”. I just had the post-bath task of hanging on to her (Freddy, not Chris) while her ears were cleaned.
After some lunch we had some errands to run. Downtown to pay one of the bills for Sam’s house. Then to the post office to mail another. Next was a quick stop at CVS to get a particular vitamin Chris takes. Finally, we went to …yeah, THAT place. I needed bananas. Chris needed the last minute Thanksgiving supplies. Where else would we go?
We had a bit of a crisis last night. We’re kinda getting good at those. Chris was washing clothes. Suddenly … the machine … well, it … it just didn’t … stop. Just kept running and running and running. Fortunately there was no water involved. Just a never-ending attempt to … do something.
We had just about given up and were thinking about doing that dreaded deed - calling the repairman. But then … in Chris’ absence, I may or may not have slapped the machine. Twice. Then I casually pushed the start button. And the thing lit up like a Christmas tree. I ran and got Chris. Cautiously, she placed another pile of clothes within. Even more cautiously she pushed the start button. And … it started. Well, of course it did. I fixed it.
Romans 15:5-6 says, Now may the God who gives endurance and encouragement allow you to live in harmony with one another, according to the command of Christ Jesus, so that you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ with a united mind and voice.
Father, thank you for that jump start on the washing machine. Amen.
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