…to the Twilight Zone.

First of all a belated Very Merry Christmas to you!

Now let’s back track to Saturday when my dryer stopped working.  The repairman came on Monday and it was going to cost $$$ to repair it.  The dryer was 19 years old so I think it served us well.

I had too many things to do on Monday to shop for a new dryer like bake 2 cheese cakes, finish the sweater for the twins, wrap the rest of the presents, and prepare our Christmas Eve dinner.

The cheese cakes got done as well as the present wrapping and our delicious dinner.  The sweater, not so much.  But I had all Christmas day to finish it.  And I did.  At 10:30 pm.  It was wrapped and ready to go to its new owner this morning.

Mr. Aitch and I drove 15 miles of the 117 miles to our daughters house when we decided it was too treacherous to continue. We had several inches of snow and the roads were too bad even with 4-wheel drive.  We turned around and headed home.

That photo is I-68 and we just got on.  We had mountains to cross and it was only going to get worse.  We never saw a plow truck nor evidence that they were out and about.

We decided to make a detour and shop for a new dryer.  Found one, made the purchase, set up the delivery date and went home.

Later this afternoon the delivery company called to check on the delivery date for a washing machine.  What?  I didn’t buy a washer.  But there it was in black and white on the receipt: a washing machine.

The delivery company called the store to see what happened and called me back to verify that a dryer would be delivered.  I called the store to see what happened and the salesman didn’t remember the transaction at all.  Really?  He sold that much today that he didn’t remember our dryer?  Maybe he just had too much Christmas celebrating going on.  When I gave him my address, he remembered.

It’s all straightened out but man, was it a weird day.  Mr. Aitch said it felt like we were in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Too bad I don’t know how to embed the theme song.