Rotting

Something is rotting here.

This is our latest adventure with this money pit of a house. It began two days ago. Every time I opened the refrigerator, water would squirt from the ice maker on the freezer side. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was a random ice cube or something. The next morning I was greeted by a puddle on the kitchen floor. I let the dog lick it up and then mopped the rest. I had to run out for a meeting so by the time I returned, it was not even on my radar screen.

This morning I returned from an early appointment and noticed a distinct odor. It's not the freezer on the fritz; it's the whole darn appliance. They can't get here until tomorrow to repair it so I will be tossing a bunch of rotting stuff. Yes, it smells pretty yummy in here. I suspect we will go out to dinner.

I'm sure this would not have gotten by the Belle. There are people who are in tune with their homes. I am not one of them. I want things to work the way they are supposed to and I don't want to have to think about it.

The bright side is that we're not loaded with butter, bacon and eggs. There's not much to worry about and if they fix it tomorrow, I'll start with a clean slate.

How Clean is Your Remote?

One of our remotes is very clean.

We have a plethora of remotes for various stereos, video games, televisions, cable access, DVD, and the dinosaur VCRs. I know in which room they all belong and I can work 95 percent of them.

Trying to be helpful, I moved her sheets from the washer to the dryer. Well, there's a remote control at the bottom of the washer, along with two batteries. I can't find the back piece and although I've searched it repeatedly, I'm terrified it's melting in my dryer.

We're all guilty of tissues or coins inadvertently left in a pocket. But a remote control? It's a pretty hefty object.

Maybe it's the weather but I'm sort of prickly today. I came home this afternoon and was informed that something is wrong with the washer. She sort of implied it must have been Houseboy.

I've declined this argument for a few reasons:

She was the one doing laundry today.
Houseboy does a lot of things around here but he has never done laundry.
Since the remote has been washed and rinsed, Heaven only knows what else has gone through this machine.

So, one more service call. One more schedule to coordinate. One more check to write. Maybe when the service people are here they will find the back piece.