. . . something goes kaput.
I know by now that there will always be something that's not quite right. We aren't allowed to have all our problems go away simultaneously, for whatever reason. But just because I recognize that fact doesn't mean I don't grumble about it. ;o)
Last night when we switched on the ceiling fan in our bedroom, it made some weird noises. We gave it a closer look and saw that the blades were moving rather sluggishly. Even more worrying were the odd electric humming/buzzing sounds it was emitting-- and a slight "burnt electrical" smell. So, no more fan in the bedroom!
It may be something that we can repair, but I find that doubtful. We do run the fan practically every night of the year, but it's not that old, yet. I don't think my parents have had to replace the fans in their house, and those fans are many years older than this one. Maybe it wasn't a good brand. . .
It's not really that big of a deal, but it's still frustrating when something breaks down. We had to replace the microwave a few weeks ago-- and about the same time we had to make a repair to the older car. And of course there's also the general yearly annoyance of Tax Time. It all adds up to a little grumpiness, but it's easy enough to put it back into perspective.
So, the next entry can't be a complaint. . .