The TV in the living room croaked. It had sound but no picture. We measured and made a trip to town and bought a new one. The old one went to the garage, it might be just one small part that can be replaced when it is warmer and then we will have a spare TV. Repairmen charge one arm and two legs to repair anything nowadays. The service call for repair would have been almost as much as a new TV.
My other baby brother and I have been trying to go to Bingo one night a week with our Dad. Dad enjoys Bingo very much and it is good for him to get out. For years my Dad had a friend named Darrell who was blind and had special Bingo cards…Dad would pick him up every week to go to bingo. Dad would see that he got back into his home safely after bingo. Now we are trying to do the same for our Dad.
I came home from bingo last week and it is my custom to walk Chance since I have my parka on. The walk went fine, Chance did his duty and then when I went to open the screen/storm door the door handle broke…it was only –19F that night….it had endured colder weather. I jiggled and pulled, jiggled and pushed…it was really broken. Luckily Far Guy heard the jiggling and came to our rescue…but once we shut the storm door again we were now locked inside. Far Guy got out a screwdriver and took off the latch so at least we could exit the house if need be. We need a new door handle or a whole new screen/storm door…whatever.
Far Guy said “What ever you do don’t touch me.” It is our experience that things break in threes and we wonder what/who is next?
Flowers last summer at my cousin Chuckies home.