Though we weren't quite sure the dryer was broken. It's been an undercurrent of concern for me. The dryer hasn't seemed to be drying quite right. It often takes a couple hours to dry the towels, for example. We are diligent about cleaning the lint trap with every load so it was a puzzlement to me that it was taking so long to dry the clothes.
Yesterday afternoon I was out helping The Husband with a final leaf clean-up of the yard. (I was so happy he did it yesterday when the weather was good and before our overnight snow storm made the leaves all nasty wet.) Actually, he did all the work, I was just helping put away the tools. Wandered over to the leaf bag by the dryer vent and noticed a whole bunch of lint bunched up at the opening. Stuck my hand inside and came away with several bunches of dense lint. (Which is scary - I think we all know that dryer lint is highly flammable.) After the dryer was pulled away from the wall and the exhaust hose disconnected, The Husband folded himself into that tiny space, stuck his hand through the pipe and got as much lint cleaned out as possible. Thankfully the dryer vents directly outside so the pipe isn't very long. Today was the test. The towels (and these were our thicker towels) were dry in one sensor cycle - roughly 80 minutes. I was amazed that enough lint had collected, blocked the air enough, to cause the dryer to work way too hard. So grateful our few minutes of effort yielded measurable results.
Was excited today to wear my new shoes to the Storehouse. I've worn them out and about a lot this week making sure they'd do well for today. Yesterday on our walk I sat down on the curb for a few minutes and torqued my foot getting back upright. (And yes, it feels like the dang foot will never be fully well again. For every healing bit forward it feels like I go backward again nearly the same amount.) But socks make a difference and today I apparently wore the wrong socks. I came home limping and anxious to get out of those shoes. After some time back in my Birkenstock house shoes my foot is a bit better. I'm a tad weary of my lifelong feet issues.
And why did the cow cross the street twice? Because he didn't want to be a chicken. hahahaha. A friend of mine at the Storehouse is always trading these riddles with me. I laughed out loud at this one. And yes, sometimes my sense of humor is very juvenile. I'm just fine with that.
I liked this bit I read: Embrace progress over perfection. Celebrate small wins. I'm going to try that. We all know perfection is impossible. I want to be able to measure progress in whatever I endeavor. Including but not limited to our efforts to reduce the sugar in our diet. I try really hard to not have much added sugar and prefer to get my "sweet" from natural sources like fruits. The Husband is anxious and so far determined to make progress on eliminating as much sugar as possible. It's hard in today's culture. We can do better together.
I'm so grateful today for a kind person at the Storehouse who gave me an initial decorated tote bag. I never expect gifts from anyone. And today I received two from people who are immeasurably dear to me. I'm grateful to have had ten days of peace and quiet, free from bright lights shining in our bedroom windows at all hours of the night. I remain grateful to have new furnaces to keep our home warm and a good roof keeping us snug and dry. And now I'm beyond grateful to have a whole new set of books to read. 💖
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