Nate left early this morning - very early. So that meant on Saturday he sorted and was packing up his life into his little truck. I asked how to help and offered to do his laundry. I got all the laundry from everyone done until the last batch of sheets and pillowcases, when the washer gave that ominous blinking message that says the front loader isn't draining.
It has been years since I had a speck of trouble and since we just revamped the garage, I don't know where the special screwdriver is that takes it apart. And it was late in the day so I put it off till Monday morning - which was a holiday. Jeffrey said why don't we just call someone in. So I called my favorite appliance mechanic Elizabeth who works at Dunn-Wright and found she was in Europe for 5 weeks and went with another mechanic named Mark. He called me later in the day and said he couldn't get to my house until 6:30 or 7 p.m. I thought what a total bummer to work so late on a holiday and asked him if he wouldn't rather come on Tuesday morning to which he agreed.
Since I was hiring someone to fix the washer I'd decided why not get the dryer serviced too since Elizabeth had always been adamant that dryers need to be cleaned out once a year.
Mark arrived earlier than expected but that was nice and 45 minutes later was done with everything! He showed me what was clogging up the line - yuk. But the real problem had been the scorched lint that he said was as close as I'd come to a house fire. In cub scouts we learned how to make fire starters from lint. I've seen how quickly they ignite.
I'm thinking tender mercies of the Lord.
I'm thinking I'm sure glad I have a missionary out right now.
I'm thinking how blessed we are.