I filled my taxes Saturday. My refunds arrived in my bank on Tuesday. I suspect they ran it past my prior forms and discovered it was within parameters. I usually file the first of February and get my refund when applicable by the end of March. I waited until Saturday because I didn’t think I would be getting any refunds. As Gomer Pyle used to say, “Surprise, surprise, surprise.”
It’s probably because there aren’t enough people to actually examine returns too closely and just thought “I don’t care. It’s not my money. Returns look okay. Refund granted.”
So my new washing machine is paid for with that money. It was an impulse purchase made as I walked through Menards. The size and price were right. My friend Paul went with me to pick it up and he and the boomerang child swapped the washers. The old one was put down to the street for pickup next week. There was no charge for the pickup ticket, probably because washing machines aren’t too complicated to recycle.a
The new washer is a top loader so the next rugs I weave can be felted properly. The front loader didn’t do that great a job. I tossed my winter comforter in and it came out without dripping. It killed the front loader. I also pulled five dollars in change from the front loader’s filter. Since I don’t keep change in my pockets, I suspect the boomerang child is not careful about emptying his pockets.
I just looked outside and the old washer is gone. Since it’s not trash day, I suspect a junker took it. No big deal since I didn’t pay for the removal. I know I’ve pulled enough stuff from the curb – a trailer’s worth of boards, a porch rocker, a walker for when I need one.
Mini-me once attempted to drag a plastic basketball hoop to the driveway from down the block. A neighbor saw her and helped move it up. The person who put the hoop out, later brought the ball over. When she outgrew it, I dragged over to a neighbor who had a little boy.
We carried her sandbox around the corner one day when we saw a new toddler boy playing with sand in a plastic shoebox while on our walk.. Her toddler bike went across the street to a new family. We had already given away the tricycle.
Yep! This is another ramble from an aged mind. Almost forgot— bringing that washer into the basement meant disturbing the basement wildlife. There’s spiders everywhere upstairs now. I don’t like spiders. Eventually, they’ll go away. Have a good day!
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