WASHING MACHINE, PART 2

So, if you read my post of June 12, you know about my HATE for my new washing machine.
The good news is that Lowe's will trade out this machine for a new large-capacity, AGITATOR one.
The bad news is that it had to be ordered; and I will have to 'wash' my clothes in the crappy one for 2 more weeks.

SCOOTER

So, Harv bought this little beauty for me.  It has a lot of zip, which surprised me.  It can be taken

apart into 5 pieces; the heaviest is only 28 pounds and it will fit easily into the car trunk.  This will save my back in large stores and long hotel hallways.

Ain't it the truth!

Now, THAT'S a father!

FATHER'S DAY - NOT SO MUCH

So Father's Day was this last Sunday.  Now, Harv is a father; Cal is a father; Harv has a step-father.  End of my thinking about the subject.  Wait...I had a father too.  No, I didn't.  There was a person who
lived in the same house I did growing up.  He was an adult male.  He was a bastard.  He was a harsh, mean, egotistical, cheating, controlling, sadistic asshole.  And that's the good stuff.  I can feel my blood pressure rising just thinking about him.  He made my growing up years a pure hell.  When he would enter the house, you could feel the tension descend like a thick fog.  Your safest bet was to hide out in your room.  Out of sight, out of mind hopefully.

I never considered him Dad.  That's how my mother would refer to him:  "Your Dad...".  But he never
interacted with me in a positive way.  He never considered me anything but slave labor and someone he could push around and snarl at.  I was always envious of my cousins who had nice dads.  Dads who would speak kindly to them and take an interest in them.

He colored my thinking about men.  They say girls marry men just like their fathers.  I sure didn't want
to marry anyone like him.  I went the exact opposite way, thank God.

Because of him, I planned from the age of 11 how to get the hell out of that house as quickly as possible.  Because of him, I didn't go to college; but took every secretarial class in school I could.  That way I could get a job as soon as I graduated; and escape.  Which is what I did.

After my mother died, I never had to deal with him again.  And I didn't.

So it was 2 days after the holiday that I actually spared him a thought.  And it was accidental because
I had been reading about other people's fathers.  I only think of my father with a deep, dark hate.
So, Father's Day - not so much for me.

So Puck is shedding.  No.  He is SHEDDING!  Hair everywhere.  Who knew a short-haired dog
could leave so much hair laying around.  Apparently he has a double coat.  I can feel the hair in
my eyes, in my throat and mouth, in my nose, and on my bare arms.  Ick!

Am I the only one who is irritated by e-mails and e-Books that are apparently written by
illiterates?
I read a "book" last night that seemed to be written by a 9-year-old.  And not a smart one.
The "book" turned out to be only a sample.  It was a good thing because I wanted to strangle
the author by the time I was done.  The author had no clue about past tense.  Where was the
editor?  Aren't they supposed to correct grammar and spelling?  Reading is supposed to be
relaxing; but it just seems to frustrate me when I'm reading e-Books.