Laundry day

the laundry truck

The laundry truck and Bryan

It is Tuesday which means “laundry day” at the Wayfarer.  I have a love-hate relationship with laundry day.  I am happy when the dirty laundry gets picked up, but I am not so happy when I have to write the laundry man a check every Tuesday and Friday, heh!

Bryan has been my laundry man for the last 2 seasons.  We’ve been through a few laundry delivery man during the last 15 seasons, I think Bryan is the youngest.   He is one of the most  pleasant drivers we’ve been dealing with.

Poor Bryan. He has to listen to me complain every week about sheets that smell funny and can’t be used to pillow cases that are for king size pillows or they’re not ironed well or some of the linens are torn or stained and can’t be used – you name it we have it and we let him have it.  Poor Bryan.

some of the dirty laundry

some of the dirty laundry

not loving the dirty laundry too muchnot loving the dirty laundry too much

bringing in the clean stuff

bringing in the clean stuff – thanks Bryan, see ya Friday 🙂

The Doctor is in

Today Ty had his sports physical with our very own Dr. Coles.  He is great.

Dr. Coles is a typical country doctor who knows his patients like he knows his family.  If he doesn’t know what might be wrong, he consults one of his huge books.  Visits with Dr. Coles typically last an hour, they involve chatting about our lives.  I bet if he were like the doctors we grew up with in Germany, he’d come over for a home visit and look in on his patients, knowing that there would be a cup of tea and a piece of homemade cake waiting for him.
Lately we’ve been talking about his daughter’s upcoming wedding this weekend, with his mother and sister staying with us here at the Wayfarer – he is never in a rush to get to the next patient and his waiting room is always stuffed with patients.

So, Ty had his physical while I waited outside chatting with Linda (the former county prosecutor’s wife) and Vicky, her partner in crime, errrr….her college in the front office.   After a while Minda, Dr. Coles’ nurse called me in to discuss some shots that neither of my kids ever got and need to get and we were all scratching our heads as to how that could have slipped through the cracks and not even the school noticed it, etc.  So now, both boys have to go to the big “blood letting” up to Paul Oliver Memorial Hospital tomorrow and get those tests out of the way.  Never a dull moment 😉

So here’s looking at Minda’s domain, it always looks like my office does. Makes me feel better about that.


Minda didn't want me to take her pictureMinda didn’t want me to take her picture

“ok Minda, no problem, I won’t take your picture”, heehee

Ahemmmm! I lied :)

Ahemmmm! I lied :mrgreen:

There he is :)There he is :)

That was the excitement of the day.
The only other thing that is worth reporting [or not] is that I tried to fix my dishwasher which doesn’t wash dishes anymore, it just distributes the little food particles and whatever mess is left in our coffee cups all over all of the dishes and then bakes them on in the drying cycle.  I couldn’t fix the dang thing.
I am not going to call the local appliance store after their repair guy called me one day and yelled at me [instead of coming over to work on the problem] because my washing machine doesn’t work so well anymore.  He told me that all those machines work just fine. I seem to be the only one who has a problem with it and he told me basically that I was stupid not to know that I need to buy a very expensive product and with that to periodically clean my washing machine. Huh? 😯  Who ever has heard of such an asinine thing.
Anyway, I will not call them to come and repair my dishwasher, I’d sooner buy a whole new one.

Ok rant over, nothing to see here.  Everybody go back to work  – move along :mrgreen:

This time it’s right

Impatiens blossom

I have these little terracotta pots installed under the windows of the front row cottages.  I like the way that looks except I have never been able to find the right flowers to plant in there that will last all summer.
The first year I had them, I stuck plastic flowers in there. Blech! what a mistake that was; every time I walked by there, they reminded me of those dreadful plastic flowers people put on grave sites.   Then I kept on buying pansies and stuck them in there.  That looks nice in the early spring, but by the end of spring/beginning of summer, those little things had grown necks so long, they nearly could bump their pretty, little heads on the sidewalk.  Blech!
This year I listened to none other than Jane from Putney’s in Arcadia. You know of whom I speak if you’ve been with me here since April 😉
Jane told me to use 3 Impatiens for every pot: 1 white, 1 orange and 1 red and watch the beauty unfold.  OMGosh she was so right.  The Impatiens are absolutely wonderful to look at and they are no work at all.  In the spring, when they looked so bedraggled still and had nothing to show for, I would not have believed that they could look this good.

Thank you Jane

Impatiens cottage 4

cottage 4

cottage 5

cottage 5