Before the dinner, I spent much of the afternoon with my head in the innards of the partially disassembled clothes dryer isolating which part(s) needed to be replaced. Once the trouble shooting was done, it was time to order the parts so that maybe by next weekend I would have a working dryer. (You might remember I reported on the issue when it was breaking news last weekend here.)
There is, of course, a corollary to the "fix the dryer" saga, and that is the "dry the clothes" saga. Tonight I washed a load and it was too dark to hang them outdoors, so I used my mad skillz and rigged an indoor clothesline in the family room. So the view in the family room is a bit different for the nonce, looking like this:
Now I ask you, with my stupendous sock removal tool and now this indoor clothesline, is there any problem I can't tackle? The ceiling fans even supply the gentle breezes needed for fine drying! (Both mom and MIL offered the use of their dryers, but for one load late at night, it is easier to emulate Rube Goldberg.)
Time to head for bed; tomorrow is yet another day.