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This week had a theme:
Destruction!!!!
First, we wake up to standing water in our basement. That sounds like the worst thing ever, but ended up being the luckiest - by some strange mystical force that enjoys toying only with your emotions....not a single piece of band equipment was ruined. All the amps are raised anyways, but every guitar and bass (there has to be at least ten down there) all happened to be sitting on a couch,chair, or in it's case. But knowing how our basement usually looks, I think that might be the first time no instrument was on the floor. Even the tambourine was sitting on the arm of a couch.
But after the sighs of relief passed over, our basement flooded out 2 more times. We couldn't run anything in our bathroom or the wash machine. Twice we had to sweep and shovel all the water out of our basement.
Our floor looks really clean now though.
Then my car broke down. I went to see "The Number 23" with Jason, and on the way home my car was simultaneously over heating and running out of battery during the tail end of the snow storm. My headlights were running at about 10%, my blinkers didn't work, I had no dashboard lights, and the heat didn't work. And by that same mystical force that enjoys only toying with your emotions, it ended up being just a fan belt. But I would have totaled by car had it broke down before I got home....and the whole time I was waiting for it to self combust. When I saw the fanbelt it looked like a shoe lace.
But my dad rules and came over and replaced it for me, while the plumbers fixed the drain in our basement.
Reconstruction!!!!!
Finally I thought, all was repaired.
But then our washer didn't work.
I called my dad once again, because there are few things he doesn't know anything about - and he talked me through all the different problems it could be. None of them were the case though, and ended the call with my dad saying "I don't know, Laura, it just might be a broken knob or something".
That last sentence flashed into my mind a half an hour later, and I fixed the wash machine.
That's right.
I went down to the basement.
Stood in front of the machine.
Sized it up, while rolling up my sleeves.
Did a few quick stretches.
Spoke words of inspiration and battle....
And then I took the knob off......and then.....I put it back on.
Reconstruction!!!!!
Tune in next week, it's the episode about our house starting on fire but nothing getting burned.