I have a high tolerance for broken things, I guess. Perhaps this is called “being lazy” or “being cheap” but I like to pretend I’m tough and who needs things to work anyway?! Weaklings, that’s who!
Turns out, having things that work is pretty awesome.
The driver’s side window of my car stopped working, oh, seven years ago? Eight? Niner? I can’t remember, so let’s just say it was not working for the better part of a decade. I can’t remember why I didn’t fix it in the first place, although I suspect it had something to do with the cost. During some routine car maintenance, the mechanic noted that the window wasn’t working, and that it would cost some ungodly amount to diagnose the thing and then there would be some sort of additional price tag on parts and labor and. Broken window it is.
Oh! There was one time where it miraculously healed itself for about three or four months, which I remember QUITE CLEARLY was in the summer of 2012. I remember this because I had just begun a new job that required the use of a passcard to get in and out of the garage. And the window worked! After having not worked for a long while!
But… The following summer, it no longer worked. So I would open my door every morning and every evening to let myself into the garage. I felt like such a weirdo, opening my door a crack, awkwardly confusing the parking garage attendant who was never sure if I was trying to park in the entrance way or what. Sometimes I would pull up too far from the swiper, so I’d have to awkwardly half-leave my car to reach the little swiper box. I was unable to get the mail from the mailbox while in the confines of my car. Drive-through ATMs were an exercise in absurdity – and I definitely dropped my ATM card at least once as I was trying to lean out the tiny crack in my door to wedge it into the ATM machine, and then couldn’t reach it, and so had to pull forward, but the person behind me in the ATM line had no idea of my struggles so she drove up and over my card and it was a Big Thing that still makes my face flame with embarrassment. I couldn’t shoo the occasional fly or mosquito out of my car. I had to go into the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions and into Starbucks to get my coffee. You know. Pretty unimportant stuff on the Larger Scale by which we’re all expected to measure day-to-day annoyances.
This past summer I finally got it fixed. I have no idea why this summer was The Summer. None whatsoever. Oh! Yes I do! Last winter, I drove my in-laws’ car for a while while (yes, two whiles, they are both intentional, if lazy, come on, we’ve already established I don’t mind THAT) they were out of town. And the driver’s side window worked, and I found out how excellent it was to just… ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW! Such easy breezy freedom!
I believe I made some sort of hyperbolic statement to my husband about how it vastly improved my quality of life, and voila! We decided to cough up the money to fix it. (It was STILL an ungodly amount of money.)
But it is SO NICE. A whole new world of drive-through decadence is now at my fingertips!
Then there was the faucet in the kitchen. It was… wiggly, I guess you could say. No longer properly attached to the sink part. And the spray was coming out all wonky, or sometimes very weakly.
But it was some sort of complicated faucet that my husband couldn’t switch out by himself, so it was going to require a plumber and a new faucet and someone would have to stay home from work to get the thing installed. And did I mention expensive? Blech.
It took about… two years to finally get it fixed. And I LOOOOOOVE my new faucet. LOVE IT. It’s shiny and it works and there’s no weird Sink Gunk collecting around its neck and man. Two years I could have been enjoying it!
OH THIS IS THE BIG ONE! Our dishwasher started acting up over a year ago. First, the latch that holds the door closed broke somehow. It got loose and then would work its way backward into the housing of the dishwasher, requiring the use of a knife to coax it back out to a position appropriate for actually keeping the dishwasher shut.
Then it started making horrific groaning noises, as though the sheer burden of washing dishes was causing it the utmost despair.
Then the little release toggle thingy (yes, that is a technical term) for the soap dispenser only worked intermittently, which meant that I felt OBLIGATED (because I am crazy) to re-wash multiple loads of dishes.
Which my dishwasher really took to heart, by the way, because a month or so ago it decided that the dishes needed a LOT more washing than I was directing it to do, and it would just start up. By itself. At any time of day or night. OPEN OR CLOSED. You try loading a dishwasher after dinner when it suddenly starts spraying you with water because it thinks it’s in the middle of a rinse cycle. In its final days, the thing was running practically all day long. Of course, the soap dispenser didn’t work so I ended up washing those dishes by hand anyway (am crazy). Can’t wait to see my water and gas bills! (You would be correct in assuming that I failed to disconnect the power cord until the Day of Washing was well under way.)
So for Christmas, my husband and I gifted each other with a New Dishwasher! And lo, it is wonderful and washes dishes – with soap!!!! – when we ask it to do so, and no more frequently than that. It latches shut. It’s quiet. It is wonderful.
Now that I am fully aware of the wonders surrounding Fixing Things and Having Things That Work, I can’t wait to fix ALL the broken things in my house! The banister spindles that are not properly adhered to the railing! The screen in my daughter’s room! The lattice around the back porch! There are probably dozens of other things that I am not thinking of!
Fix all the things!!!