Fixing What's Broken

The past few days of this New Year have been less than happy. At the very least, they haven't borne the best of news for us.

This past Wednesday, we found out we have a major leak somewhere beneath either our patio or our living room, either of which will have to be dug up in the coming days to fix the problem. Insurance will pay for a portion of the cost to repair it, but not nearly enough after they've taken their huge cut of the check so we meet our deductible.

So, needless to say, we're about to be a lot lighter in the wallet. Yeah, didn't really need that.

The skylight in our finished third floor bonus room has been leaking pretty good for months, and it's the homeowners' association's responsibility to take care of that for us. We told them about it in May. They finally fixed it yesterday. We think. The repair was done while we were at work, and it's honestly pretty difficult to tell – at least from the ground – if the flashing looks any different, i.e. less leaky. I'll follow up next week.

Oh yeah, and our washing machine has been on the fritz for quite some time now. We knew the problem was most likely that the lid switch was worn out. We even bought the parts to fix it a week and a half ago. But with all this other craziness going on, we had neither the time nor the energy to try to deal with that too. So we'd wash our clothes in the broken machine, and whenever it would shut off prematurely, we'd put a kettle bell, or a bucket of litter, or anything else heavy we could find at just the right spot on the lid and bang on it repeatedly till it restarted. And thus the cycle (literally and figuratively) would continue ad nauseam  (also literally and figuratively).

Today, we decided that enough (broken stuff) was enough, and we went on the offensive. In other words, we fixed the washing machine ourselves. The smug repairman guy in the YouTube tutorial video we watched (numerous times!) to teach ourselves how to do it said it was "an easy fix". After two hours of fighting with the blasted machine, we were inclined to disagree. The actual part replacement was relatively easy, but getting to it and putting it all back together in the end was positively a nightmare!

But we did it. Together. Did we scream at the machine, at each other, at the madness of it all? Yep, a little. Maybe a lot.

But it's done. And it works again. It's washing our clothes even as I type these words.

So there are still things that are broken. But we have clean clothes. And that's something at least.