Day 1813

 I got up at 8, did the pet stuff and had breakfast.  Then it was outside to give the playhouse a bath.  The first step was getting the washer down to the playhouse and connecting water and power to it.  That went well.

I've never used the washer before, and couldn't figure out how to connect the wands to the gun.  I finally looked up the manual.  It seemed to show that a piece was missing from the gun.  We searched the web and only found one place that might have parts.  When I called them the lady who answered didn't sound very bright.

We drove to the place, on the other side of I35.  I showed the lady what I needed.  She said "oh, we don't carry anything like that".  I was was right, she was a fucking idiot.  We stopped in a parking lot and did some searching.  There didn't seem to be any place in Austin to buy an electric power washer.  We decided to go home and order a part.

As I was taking the gun and wands out of the truck I noticed that one wand had a spring on it's end.  The manual had said "insert the wand against the spring".  I tried inserting a wand into the part with the spring and it worked.  Then the wand with the spring (actually an adapter) screwed to the gun.  This is nothing like the description in the manual.  I'd wasted the whole morning because of a crappy manual.

I took about 45 minutes to wash the entire playhouse.  Then I had to drive over the the urology place for a blood sample.  On the way back I stopped at Central Market and got some fresh shrimp.

When I got back I tried to use the power washer to wash the brick on the house.  It has a built in GFI which kept popping.  I tried different plug ins and cords with no luck.  I finally tried it on the cord and plug I'd used to wash the playhouse.  It still popped.  I took the washer to the garage and busted open the GFI to make sure I could reuse the cord.  Then I order a replacement GFI from Amazon.

While I was doing that, Ellen was sanding the playhouse.

Ellen fixed shrimp wrapped in bacon on the Traeger for dinner.  It was great.  After dinner we watched recorded TV shows.  About 7 the transport driver called to say he wanted to deliver the Ranger about 10.  The catch was his truck was took big to get in the neighborhood.  I agreed to meet him at the gas station at 45 and 1826.  I was not a happy camper.

We ended up meeting him at CVS instead.  That was actually better.  It was amazing to watch him shift vehicles on his truck.  It was a semi with a two level car rack.

We signed off on the Ranger.  I drove it over to the gas station to put some gas in it.  There was a sheriff car in the parking lot.  I put in the gas and then started down 1826.  He either didn't notice or didn't care.  We didn't see a car in either direction from the station to North Madrone.  From there it was easy sailing to home and bed.