What in the world went wrong in mine last night?
I got home from school and Good Man told me something was wrong with the microwave. He cleared the microwave time, then closed the door.
The microwave ran. Sort of.
It was running at about half power and the turntable was turning at about half speed.
I put some time on the clock and pressed START. It ran at full power for the time…and then half power.
We unplugged it. Plugged it back in, closed the door…and it went on.
And while it was running, it was letting off a burning plastic smell.
Time for a new microwave. Maybe getting rid of this one will help rid of the house of the stale smoke smell, anyhow.
It took two hours. The entire two hours, my GPS system kept claiming his house was ten minutes away.
Two hours. Damn DC motorcades.
Two hours with a stick. My legs were shaking when we finally arrived and Good Man really needs to learn how to drive.
Mark’s Lover was there until he got paged into work, and the four of ate pizza and worked and (Mark and I especially) chatted.
I ended up working on the foyer post-pizza. It was real, nailed-to-the-floor parquet flooring (not that plastic junk) and so beautiful. The staples were so haphazardly done that it seemed like the stapler had been having sex with the staple gun. I did a good job of getting rid of a lot of the staples, if I do say so myself.
We were at Mark’s house for about 3 1/2 hours, and a half a block from home I could suddenly feel my car pulling really strongly to the right.
We left it last night since it was midnight and raining and changed the tire today. Good news: it took half as long as last time! 31 mins flat (har har). Maybe I have a new job as tire changer/carpet staple remover.
The bad news? Halfway through changing the tire, I realized that the company that usually does towing in this complex also does free assistance for minor things for residents.
I rolled my eyes and said to Good Man in Korean (since Saturday is now Korean day), “바보야.” I’m an idiot.
But…I’m an idiot who can change a tire in half an hour or so now. That’s probably less time than the wait time for most roadside assistance calls. And now I know where to jack the rear and front tires.
That will be $80 or so, on Monday, since they had to order the tire.
Yeah, it was filthy.
He said, “When was the last time you had this flushed?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever done it, and I got this car 6 years and 45,000 miles ago.”
“Yeah, that should really be done.”
So there’s another $70. (I asked Mom later, and she knows she’s never had it done.)
While I was on a spending spree, I decided to ask them to see why my dome light is out, since it’s been out for…uh…years. They said they’d do that for free at least.
Ah, the joys of car ownership.