First up, my washing machine finally took the big dirt nap. We knew it was coming, the thing has been on it’s last legs for quite some time. We were hoping it would hold out for a bit longer. Of course, with our vacation coming up, we should have known a major appliance (or two, considering we just had to have the air conditioner fixed!) would break down.
It never fails…. right before Christmas, something will break. The car, the water heater, the dishwasher…. something. Vacation? Oh, yeah. The roof will blow off, the van will magically acquire 4 flat tires, a cat will decide she needs breast augmentation. It’s always something.
So anyhoo. I had made the decision that we would spend Father’s Day as Father’s Day, and put off a big Summer Solstice celebration for another day. Seeing that it has been raining for almost 40 days and 40 nights, I wasn’t feeling very Summer Solsticey, and I wanted Mr. B. to be able to have his own day. I did put out some gorgeous sunflowers and have a simple ritual, but for the good stuff, that will wait for this weekend, when the sun is supposed to be shining.
I got up and made Mr. B. a breakfast that we don’t have that often – Spanish skillets. Our favorite restaurant (that I worked at for years) made these: layers of hash brown potatoes, sausage, scrambled eggs, and cheese, topped with homemade pico de gallo and sour cream. Oh, yum! They are a lot of work, so we only make them now and then, so it was a real treat.
After breakfast, I ran down to discover that my washer was still full of water from the last load the day before. And no matter what we tried, the thing would not start up and finish spinning. Ugh! Of course, everyone needed clothes for today and tomorrow, the last 2 days of school. Mr. B. kindly volunteered to take a few loads to the laundry mat, while I finished cleaning the kitchen. We decided we would have to go purchase a new washer on the credit card. You know, the one that we just paid off the last of our debt on! Ugh, again. Mr. B. got home with the clothes, we jumped in the car and drove all the way to Sears. Only to discover that we had not actually brought the credit card with us. Got back in the car and drove all the way home, got the card and drove back. Yes, Happy Father’s Day, Mr. B.! Ha!
In the end, we did end up getting a nice little washer, with an Energy Star rating that uses less water than our old one – and can wash 20 towels at a time! And we had a freaking awesome dinner with grilled clams, a crazy good tri tip steak, baby white potatoes with butter and parsley, fresh tomato slices with oil, vinegar, basil and parmesan, and some killer Blue Moon beer in Mr. B’s new monogrammed monster sized beer mug.
It was a nice day, despite the never ending rain in NJ, the broken washer, the extra trip to the store, the put off sabbat celebration. Good food, good family time, huge beer mug…. doesn’t get too much better than that, right?