Living with the Dishwasher

Overall, my weekdays are varied and sometimes a bit annoying. Although I try to learn to accept the problems, I still find it difficult not to be angry. I hope that in the coming days there will be fewer annoying factors, and I will be able to enjoy everyday life more.

I wake up around half past five; on Tuesdays and Wednesdays as well. Even though I went to bed at ten the previous evening. Since it turned out this way, I got up to edit my blog. Maybe I’ll set the alarm for six every day, as currently, the clock only rings at nine on two days, and in the future, I will start at seven on the other days.

Tuesday and Wednesday are dishwashing days. I am irritated beforehand and afterwards as well. This sink has been amortized. Maintenance was simply neglected. So it’s hard to do a good job. By Wednesday evening, I learn to live with the problems: I resign myself to not being able to fill the dishwasher with clean water. I no longer complain. The service came out on Wednesday morning. They found that the machine was faulty, then they left. After that, I leave everything without a word, resign myself. The only problem is that I can’t help being angry about such things.

An afternoon nap feels good. The air in the room is somewhat more pleasant since my little dehumidifier arrived; the air is still a bit stuffy. I don’t care if they see me, when the sun doesn’t shine here (the window faces south), I leave the window open to have a chance for some fresh air.

That’s about all the excitement that happened in two days. I’m not cheerful; just because I’m learning to live with the problems of the sink, doesn’t mean I can ignore them. That’s why these two days are tiring.

Les Baux, August 28, 2024, Wednesday