This morning had us squished in Cowboy’s little truck on the way to Lowe’s.
I don’t know why I keep trusting their website.
I use our local store, I pick the in-store option, and they still never have what they claim they have.
They only had one of the ovens the website said they carried, and it wasn’t the one Badger and I wanted.
The big thing is it’s not digital.
It’s a plain, simple, almost old-fashioned oven.
Badger is a little shocked, since she’s grown up with digital readouts and buttons to poke.
I’m trying to get away from all these computerized, poke‑a‑button appliances.
The ones we bought this year will have to outlast me and Cowboy.
Anything with sensors or digital controls can quit without warning.
That goes for washers, dryers, stoves, ovens, anything with a little “brain” in it.
You can’t get appliances like we had in the 1980s anymore, but if you look hard enough, you can get close.
By the time we got home, moved the old stove out, and set up the new one, it was nearly time for Cowboy to head to work.
Today he just got a quick meal of leftovers.
By the time Cowboy left, Raven was up, had his dinner, and was settled in front of the TV.
Badger went back to her room.
I had a Marketplace buyer coming, so I stayed at the computer until he showed up.
He was quick, and I appreciated that.
I didn’t sell the old stove.
I just gave it away as scrap metal.
It still works, but it’s temperamental.
I went in and tried to give Badger some moral support.
There wasn’t much else I could do.
Her bookshelves sit on the outside wall of her room, and every book on the lower shelves has mold.
The shelves are damp and ruined, and this house has no insulation; if you put your hand near those shelves, cold air pours out.
Badger’s lived here her whole life, so she knows this place is old, drafty, and moldy.
All I can tell her is to keep her books in plastic boxes.
The truth is, nothing’s likely to change.
She doesn’t like that I don’t have a real solution, but I’ve lived here since 1997, and there just isn’t one.
I went on to my room to read until Raven went back to bed.
I try to be sociable and sit with him for a bit, but anime just isn’t my thing.
Badger wandered back to the living room, and we watched a movie.
Sissy Spacek was playing a teen even though she was in her late twenties.
Good grief, she could’ve passed for twelve.
When the movie ended, Badger went on to bed well before 10 pm.
Heron was in and out, so I stayed up to keep him company.
He’s more of a podcasts‑and‑audiobooks person than a TV person.
I think he’s heading down to the RV for the night, so I’m calling it a night too.
I’m more than ready for bed.
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