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While the repairman talked, a little voice said, “They don’t make them like they used to,” which revealed that my mother does reside inside my head.  The dryer is fixable, but for the price of the part plus labor, I am better off buying a new one.  So I did and it will be delivered on Thursday.   While inconvenient, I have just rolled with it.   I think the boys have a deeper appreciation of the “luxury” that they have grown accustomed to and I have gotten over -hopefully they have to – the embarrassment of having my underwear strewn in various places.   The price I pay for have an all boy contingency.

The beauty in it is having gratitude of the funds available to purchase a new one, the flexibility of being available for the delivery which is conveniently laid out in the broad terms of anywhere between 7 am and 7 pm, but mostly just being in a state of acceptance.    No reason to react over something you really can’t control.  Of course, I still do on occasion, but sometimes a girl needs to vent.

I learned a lot yesterday.  I became aware that the appliance industry is making a crap ton of money with parts unreasonably expensive, so you are forced to buy a new item.   I figured out that I would much rather have a non-working dryer versus the washer and there is a lot of change behind my dryer.    I also came away with the keen awareness that life is better when I am not a few fries short of a happy meal.