I'm done, finished, finito. Some of the stuff I wanted to do today just can't be done with the resources I have available to me. My in-laws dryer is in great shape now. All the parts I ordered for it have been installed and just about everything in it has been cleaned, serviced, lubed or replaced. Their water heater still doesn't work despite all my efforts. I think it may need a new gas valve but I'm not spending their money on that without being sure. They are heating water on the stove until we can get somebody to look at it. I got all the parts put back on my daughters car and changed the oil. She let the oil get too low and now it sounds like a lifter or valve is tapping. That is a new problem that just started. I'm telling her to take it back to the shop because I can't do anything with it without getting inside the engine. That's more than I'm willing to take on. Since this is something that she most likely brought on herself by not keeping up with the oil level, maybe she'll learn a lesson if she has to pay a little to get it fixed. She has the money to get it fixed because I've been harping at her to save it for years. In other words, there's stuff I wish I could do more about but I feel no guilt about it not getting done because I did all I could.
Now I'm tired. I'm hungry and I'm sore. Time to take care of me now.
I just wish I could have made everything work like I wanted. Its hard for me to accept that I can't always make everything right.
