In my house dirty dishes are like rabbits, they keep multiplying

I’m now the proud owner of a new dishwasher.
Cowboy and I went back and forth about whether we really needed one, and then he pulled out his trump card.
“I don’t want to hear you complaining every Monday.”
It stung a little because it was true.
The weekend dishes always get ahead of me.

Luckily, The Home Depot still had their Memorial Day sale going, so I grabbed the cheapest, bare‑bones model they had.

It took Cowboy about two hours to get it installed and running. 
We hit two hiccups along the way. 
The floor flooded again because the water hadn’t drained like he expected, and the new dishwasher didn’t want to fit in the old space.
He eventually got it in place.
 I know better than to ask how, but it’s in and working. 
It’s a bare-bones model, simple enough, just different from the old one.

Badger and I had a bit of an oops moment. 
We somehow managed to run the same load of dishes through three full cycles. 
My old dishwasher never lit up like a Christmas tree when it finished. 
It only had one little light, and this new one lights up the whole panel. 
The old dishwasher had started doing that, lighting up the whole panel without actually washing anything, so we assumed this one was doing the same thing, but nope. 
Turns out we should’ve read the manual. 
My crock pot liner has never been so clean.

After Cowboy went to work, we went out to load the truck up to take my donation items to Appalachian Outreach tomorrow and found out Cowboy’s got a pretend truck. 
It’s a truck, but it’s tiny. 
My toddler bed doesn’t fit in it.
It fit perfectly in Heron’s truck, but Heron has a full‑size truck, and he isn’t available tomorrow. 
Heron doesn’t have his daddy’s skill of making the impossible possible. 
He believes in brute force. 
He picked it up, slammed it in, and shut the gate. 
It’s in. 
That’s all I can say.

Aside from helping Cowboy with the dishwasher installation, which wasn’t much help, and loading the truck, I’ve been lazy today. 
I sat down and started a book. 
I can’t say it’s good, but it’s something to read.
 I hope to finish it tomorrow, and I really need to get a long‑delayed email sent. 
I’ve run out of steam on it.

I had to call Comcast again because Badger’s On‑Demand stopped working this afternoon. 
It’s frustrating that the calls are routed overseas to agents who struggle with English. 
They kept insisting I have a sun room, which I don’t, unless it’s hidden like the Tardis. 
They also claimed my boxes are outdated and unsupported. 
That’s true for the living room and master bedroom boxes, but Badger has the newest box, and that’s the one that failed. 
After forty minutes of nonsense,  I scheduled another tech for Monday. 
He’s not leaving until he brings three updated boxes and checks all the wiring.

Lyla cat showed back up tonight. 
I opened the door to bring Lucifer in, and she and the neighbor’s cat nearly ran me down trying to get inside. 
I still haven’t found Lucifer, though.

She’s unusually cuddly and perky tonight. 
Normally she’s a hateful little thing, but tonight she’s acting sweet. 
Maybe I should’ve tossed her outside a lot sooner.

Town day is tomorrow, and I’m already dreading the menu. 
Peacock’s thinking about going vegetarian to see if it helps his stomach settle down. 
Badger’s been on a Mexican streak, but her stomach isn’t up for it right now. 
Gealach’s been picky and sometimes won’t eat anything. 
Cowboy’s easy as long as he gets fed, though he does have a few things he shouldn’t be eating. 
Heron barely eats at all. 
Honestly, I’d be happy with TV dinners. 
Six people to feed, all with different needs and limits. 
No wonder I’m about to tear my hair out.
 I’ll figure something out, but it’s not easy