It just wouldn't be the holiday season at my house without something needing repair. *SIGH*
We had every intention of joining the track club for the last run of the year. The route looked like a lot of fun, as the route ventured through Christmas Card Lane, and it was only a 5 miler -- very doable, and I think my calf could of handled a very slow run.
It was not to be.
We spent our entire morning figuring out what was wrong with the washing machine. The washing machine wasn't cycling through the spin cycle or draining. Michael thought it might be clogged, but when he took the pump out, the culprit was a quarter lodge inside the pump, and it thrashed the pump. We found a parts place in town, but the part won't be here for three weeks.
This means we'll either be lugging our laundry to our in-law's house or finding a near by laundromat. Of course, this is happening right before Michael and I leave for our two week trip to Mexico.
We're looking ahead. That's all we can do.
There is a warm and fuzzy Christmas edge this post.
On Wednesday we took Evan to the annual Rotarian Christmas party. Santa happened to make a guest appearance with gifts.
Evan was about to burst with excitement. Santa happened to know that Evan is 6 years old and loves cars. Evan was amazed that Santa knew so much about him.
Santa even knew exactly what Evan wanted.
Last Friday's song:
Continuum - Jaco Pastorius