The disease spread.
Not long after our oven died, the dishwasher — situated right underneath — kicked the bucket. Something with the motor. True to most things these days, it'd cost about as much to get a new one as replace a part. So we did and it will be installed Tuesday. Meanwhile, we are suffering like those in the developing world (!) and washing by hand.
We should have called our priest to come do a funeral. Why not? He met us at the vet's in 2004 when our first cat, Manny, needed to be put down. (Cats have not had good luck in this house, as I may have mentioned before. Granted, Manny was old; but the next one we got, another grey tabby named Levi, lived less than a year because he came to us with a disease from the shelter. Which we didn't know until it was too late.)
Anyway, on the day of Manny's Execution, when he didn't get a last-minute stay from the governor, I told Michael I'd called Doug to meet us at the vet's — which he at first thought was weird.
The technician came into the exam room and said the vet was running a little late, and I said, "That's OK, our priest isn't here yet." She looked at us funny.
Then Doug came and he read a poem about cats and I started crying; and he said a prayer; then the vet came in and did her thing and we petted Manny and talked to him and he was gone.
Bisquick, meanwhile, is feeling fine and continues to be fat and happy.
If you need any dishes washed on Tuesday or thereafter, let us know.
3 comments:
I have to wash dishes by hand, but, luckily, it is one chore I don't mind. Maybe the only one.
Watch out though. Years ago when I lived in an old Capitol Hill house in Washington I also had to wash dishes that way. I put some in to soak and went into another room to read. When I went back into the kitchen I put my hands in the dishwater and pulled out a dead mouse! You would have thought it was a rattlesnake the way I yelled. Of course I threw it back in the water. Had to get a friend's teenage son to come over and retrieve it for me, and mice don't even scare me--unless they are in my dishwater.
Yikes!
I would not be able to handle a dead mouse.
Bebe,
We'd have taken care of that for you with no problem. in fact, Bandit ate a whole mouse a few weeks ago.
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