Yes, I normally post long before noon. But today I spent the morning at the dentist. Got one crown put in. I go back Friday to be fitted for another.
I want you all to know that the washer is working. It never was the fault of the washer, by the way. But of hooking it up at this particular place. Where the water pressure is too high for something like this.
I finally begged the maintenance man to do it, and I paid him his asking price, after hours. And it wasn't a bad price at all. Or what I had to pay all the others.
He is Russian, or rather he has been here for 15 years. I learned a lot about him yesterday evening. (Because I ask a lot of questions.)
He and his wife came here 15 years ago and apparently acquired refugee status. We Americans don't know what it's like in countries where they can tell you what religion you must be, or that you must be religious at all. And if you don't follow their rules, you are imprisoned. Sounds archaic, doesn't it?
That apparently was the basis upon which the United States allowed them to come here. He still has siblings there. I don't know if he ever gets to see them or not. He has six children and 12 grandchildren, of which he seemed quite proud.
We didn't hit it off right away when I moved here. He was new here as well and seemed stand-offish. But now I think I understand some of that.
Like I always say, don't judge until you've walked in someone's shoes. And I admit that I was a bit judgmental. I need to take my own advice sometimes.
All I know is that he asked for a piece of paper and a pen, drew out some things, left, and came back with the proper under-the-sink water pressure reducer part. I was in the living room, so not sure what all took place. Just that things are working.
I still don't know if there was any permanent damage done to the washer. I'm watching it closely. I did one load of laundry last night. Seemed okay.
But I'm ever so thankful I can (crossing my fingers) take that off my worry list and move on.
I thank you all for trying so hard to help me. It was very frustrating. And it doesn't help when plumbers come in and say the guy before them didn't do something properly.
Now I'm stuck with parts that came from various places that I have no use for. But they're not worth the small price I'd get to track plumber #4 down.
So all is well in my little corner of the world. Didn't want you to think I'd fallen off the face of the earth. Or melted in this August heat.