We've had rainy weather for days now . . . and our dryer isn't working. John has diagnosed the problem and has the necessary part ordered . . .
But the laundry is piling up and seeing blue skies this morning, I did several loads and hung them out.
Upon which the clouds rolled back in. When it began to sprinkle around four thirty, the laundry was still damp . . . John (who is a terrific handy man) has rigged a by-pass of sorts to the problem and (I hope) our damp laundry is tumbling itself dry as I type.
It wouldn't be such a big deal -- except that with the forecast of heavy rainfall beginning Friday -- along with the possibility of power outages -- I'd really like to have a full complement of clean towels and underwear. So we're filling vessels with water (when the power is off, the pump doesn't work) and considering what else we might need . . . John has dug the water breaks on the road deeper . . . and I'm telling you all that if I don't post at some point, it's probably that our internet is down. We are happy at the thought of more rain to raise the water table but we hope that those in areas of flooding stay safe. And have lots of dry clothes.
