And I say to myself “What a Wonderful World”

Over the last two months all machines in this house have been failing — dishwasher, washer, and the cat boxes (Litter robots. Yes, they are worth it, but they cost as much as our newest dishwasher.)

Because the wave of breakdowns hit JUST as we started doing the con circuit, we didn’t have time to shop for the machines. (I’m convinced I’d love cons if only there were a portal directly from my living room to the con. What I dislike is not cons or interacting with people — I’ve mentioned I like fans, right? — but the travel, the disruption travel introduces in my life AND the stuff I have to deal with when I come back, due to either leaving the guys/kids here alone, or our having forgotten stuff that was supposed to happen while we were gone.)

Over the Thanksgiving break we bought the dishwasher, plus washer and drier and replaced the sofas. Today the washer and drier were relieved.

Still outstanding is a freezer which we bought because our deep freezer has been defrosting/refrosting willy nilly. Considering it’s older than our marriage well… poor thing has earned retirement.

And where is the money for all this coming from, you’ll ask? Ah. Well… let’s say I’m going to have to write more and hope it sells. Particularly since I’d dearly love to kidnap my husband somewhere the last week of December for our silver anniversary.

However, until then, at least I’m spared losing a day a week at the laundromat and two hours a day washing dishes. Which goes to show you saving time/lacking time is the same thing as saving money/lacking money. You need to have money to make (or even save) money, and you have to have time (to shop for appliances that allow you) to save time.

Now, somewhere along the line, I’m going to need to find the time to tuck-point the basement entrance (don’t ask.)

A friend of mine says my husband and I buy Victorians so I have an excuse not to write. I don’t think so. On the contrary. I need money so I don’t have to rebuild this house from the bottom up with my bare hands.

As such, perhaps I should shut up, bid you good night, and go to bed. Tomorrow, hopefully, I’ll get to write most of the day.