Monday, Monday

There is something about Mondays. One should never plan too much to fill that day, because it will get filled up with the unexpected. Lorissa looked out the window and noticed our mailbox standing all crooked. So we went out and determined that some vehicle loaded with tree branches had scraped by it. We pushed it back into place, removed the leaves, and hoped the dented box will still keep our mail safe.

At lunch time I was reading emails and I sniffed wet soil. Sure we had some sprinkles on Saturday but I shouldn't be still smelling the dampness. A sniff at the heater vent in the living room and Renee's room verified the damp smell was coming from under the house. Nathan crawled under the house and confirmed that my washing machine was draining under the house about in the area of the bend in the hallway. Could this be in anyway connected with the plumber coming out about 3 Mondays ago when he had to unclog the bathroom sink? The same Monday when he punched a hole in the elbow under the sink and sewer water drained into the bottom cupboard and bathroom floor? When he explained that this can also happen when you snake out other lines, which we had him do because that one usually clogs on a Monday which coincides with the main laundry day at our house?

Then Richard from the next door warehouse comes by, while I am on the cell phone talking to Nathan who is under the house to check out what is happening. He wonders if we could help him get rid of some frozen stuff because he has more than his freezer can handle. Sure we could, but there goes another 45 minutes.

Well, today is Tuesday and a plumber fixed the leak so we can finish laundry, run the dishwasher and drain the water out of the kitchen sink. The mail was delivered to the dented box, and we heated up the frozen goodies and enjoyed them for our 10:00 AM snack. Now I better get going so I can get caught up before next Monday.