Well, how ’bout a freakin’ garbage disposal that clogs up and backs water up in the adjacent sink. Ergo. Can’t use the dishwasher. Sheeit.

Beach week is over. Time to recover from a relaxing week with the family. Funny how that works.

Last story, it was the elevator breaking on the way out the door. Fixed while we were away. Home now, and it’s the disposal’s turn.

Josh, Cierra, and the great-grans back in Illinois with lotsa my stuff, given with my blessing. Christine back to work as usual. Works too hard. Mary Louise with me til Monday mornin, then back to Virginia via Amtrak. Hopefully a comfortable, on time trip.

With me til Monday. What other mischief could possibly happen?

Turns out, plenty. That clogged disposal was still backing up into the sink, and I’ve learned my lesson. No sink, no dishwasher, til this thing’s sorted. Don’t need a call from downstairs about the rain I caused.

Today, Sunday, we’ll try unclogging with baking soda, vinegar, and boiling water. Think that’ll work? Tomorrow I’ll probably call the plumber. Yay.

Well. Maybe not. It appears after about four tries with baking soda/vinegar and/or Dawn detergent and boiling water, I have opened up the garbage disposal. Maybe I fixed something. I’ll check Monday after Mary Louise is on the train.

Oops. Still acting clogged. Still no dishwasher.

Plumber came. Diagnosed it. Vowed to be back in two days with the right parts. Still no dishwasher.

Plumber’s back.  Yay. Garbage disposal unclogged. Dishwasher works. I’m $600 poorer.

AND. Now I can’t get email to work. No ins or outs.

What else is gonna break? What other mischief could possibly happen?

Enuf.