We were awoken at 8 am Saturday to a sharp tapping, as if some madman un-gently rapping, rapping at our front door. ‘Tis some madman, we believed, and nothing more.
Thinking perhaps it was the sheriff, or some neighbor’s morning mischief, rapping at our dilapidated front door. ‘Twas some neighbor and nothing more.
But our locale is so rural that we though it was inconceivable that a person would rap so for no reason at all. Whoever came out here to knock on our front door, came with a purpose.
So we answered with bathrobes flowing and discovered it was no madman but instead a deliveryman who possessed our prized clothes dryer, the undamaged version to replace the damaged one that was delivered to us not six weeks ago.
Joy of joys, we unexpectedly received our undamaged dryer which now sits side by side with its matching washer. Laundry ahoy! The photograph beautifully captures the golden hue of the linoleum tile upon which it rests. And if you look really close, you can see me in the reflection of the knob taking a picture of it all.
Beside that, it was a weekend of setting cement backerboard and measuring tile and stepping on carpenter ants. Fun stuff. We did get the tile set by the front door, at least.