Recently I had what can only be called the week from Hell. On Sunday night my refrigerator died. Monday morning I purchased a new one. That was not an easy task. I live in a remodeled double wide manufactured home. It is small; the doors are not standard width. I knew from past experience that one of those wide refrigerators would never make it into the house. With tape measure in hand I went shopping. Done. Plans to deliver was set for Thursday at 9:00AM.
Wednesday evening what was to be a hot shower turned out to be a cold shower. The water heater died. Thursday AM a water heater repairman came to inform me that to repair would be almost as costly as replacement. Friday was set for replacement. Meanwhile the refrigerator did not come. After a round of calls back and forth I learned it was on the delivery truck and would be delivered at 7:00 PM. Not so. It arrived at 9:00.
I was in good shape. The refrigerator was in; the water heater was coming tomorrow. Not so. The air conditioning stopped working. Friday the water heater was installed; the air conditioning was fixed. Time to buy groceries. I had just left when my car blinked one of those nasty little warnings-- telling me my tires are in need of air. I sat in a tire place for two + hours while they finally for around to patching a puncture and re-inflating the tire.
Now all is good. You would think.
Saturday I decided to fill out the registration forms for the new appliances. Two little cards with lines for the model number and serial number. Easy I thought as I got that information from the inside of the refrigerator. Not so the water heater. With some difficulty I located the information. In a tiny little box at the very bottom of the heater-- small not sharp black letters on a dark gray heater. I am old; my joints are old; my eyes are old. I stooped: I sat on a stool; I knelt on the floor. I held a flashlight and a magnifying glass. No luck. Then I stretched out on the floor- flashlight and magnifying glass in one hand-- pencil in the other. Just as I was to write the long series of numbers and letters my dog jumped on my back hoping it was play time.
If there be god anywhere I hope he/she or it gives me a reprieve before further problems.
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