What happens after
One of the things that I appreciate about having the kid is that he’s always trying something new, which means two things: (a) I get to see him do new things and (b) I often have to bring him places that I’ve not been before.
Case-in-point, the other day, there was a class that I thought he would like so I signed him up for it.
It was actually held near my old gym and a block from my kali class but in a building that I’d never been inside before. Turns out that it was a whole school of performing arts stuff.
Literally, within five minutes of us arriving, the kid was playing tag with a buncha kids he’d never met before (and they all knew each other).
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly he’s able to make friends.
Let’s hope that never stops.
Me: Walking to you now, five mins. Did you like it?
Him: No…
Me: Oh no! OK.
Him: Yea. Can we get Taco Bell, please?
Unfortunately, not alla my ideas are a hit, and this one was one of the duds.
I always give the kid props for trying new things; that’s the deal – he always has to try new things, but I won’t force them on him if he hates them.
And he hated this thing.
So, I bought back some goodwill with some fast-food Tex-Mex.
Speaking of duds, almost exactly nine years ago this week, a guy that I didn’t know at the time – he was a friend of Pac’s but he and I are friends now – drove me out to NJ to pick up a washer dryer for Alison to use as I assumed we’d constantly be cleaning clothing and bedsheets.
Ah, if only.
Well, that machine just gave up the ghost this past week.
My rule of thumb is that, if it costs more than 1/3 of the price to repair and it’s over seven years old, it’s probably worth it to buy a new one.
BUT, what I didn’t know when I got this one was that my basement can only fit a 24-inch machine and this one was 26 inches.
It was only with the help of Pac’s buddy, a couple of huge neighbors, a power drill, and just raw determination and anger that got this damn thing through the door.
So, I opted to call in a repairman who could fix it for roughly half the cost of a new one.
They’re ordering the part, which’ll take a bit to get so we won’t have a machine for a little longer.
Man an in-unit washer dryer in NYC is gold.
Me: Will it come with a warranty?
Him: (thick accent) One month.
Me: What happens after a month?
Him: (shrugging) No more warranty.
Me: (nodding slowly)
Location: home, not quite as sick. Still send soup.
Mood: foggy but not terrible
Music: Still runs good, built to last (Spotify)
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