Sunday Sidetracked 

*ramblings from my brain*

9:30: Check mail, weather, InstaGram, Twitter, Scramble With Friends, Vegas Slots, Breaking News, on my phone.

Out of bed, to shower. Opened drawer for sweatpants & found some yoga pants. Size Small? Oh, these don’t fit me. Why do I have them if they don’t fit? I try them on and they DO fit! Guess I’ve lost more weight than I thought. I pull out 4 pair of sweats that I have never worn/will never wear again, and put them in Donate bag.

Make my way into the bathroom and turn on the tub for the cat. Go to take my pills…pillboxes* are empty. Start the refilling ceremony.

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*His & Hers. Day pills & night pills.

Weather app says it feels like 27°. Wonder if he’s golfing or if there’s a frost delay. Check his location on the course. Send him a text.

I turn off the cat’s water, walk downstairs to give him wet and dry food.

Come back upstairs…rug looks furry…think I’ll vacuum.

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Vacuum hallway, yarn room, office, bedroom, bathroom.

What time is it? 11?

Sneaks another look at Eagle Cam

Snaps screen shot

Image courtesy of Pennsylvania Game Commission, HDOnTap and Comcast Business

Ponder skipping shower

Type up draft blog post.

Get in shower

Can’t imagine why I’m hungry…

Water Woes

Still recovering from surgery.

Before, people were saying, “You’ll feel so much better, right away!”

After, it’s all “It’s going to be weeks before you feel better”.

I’ve got nothing in writing so I can’t point fingers.

I’ll say this much, surgical glue really ROCKS! No worries about wetting bandages or stitches. Showering the very next day. (Here is where I’d have put in a photograph of my incisions, and the black and blues which ensued. You can thank me for not doing it.)

Well, that’s not really accurate. I *would* have been showering if we had hot water. Those that have followed my blog for the past…wow, it’s been more than 10 years, I think…know that we have bad luck with water.

Such as:

  • Flooding in our first basement apartment, to the point we had to sleep with lights on and fans blowing for days. At least 6″ of water from heavy rains that just sluiced down the outside basement stairs, into our place.
  • Mold in the storage unit of our next apartment.
  • Not really having any water pressure in our NEXT apartment because the delightful landlord “forgot” to open the valve.

The next rental was full of water fun*.

  • The time I colored my hair and the plastic glove got stuck in the tub drain – which didn’t have a cover – and we had to call a plumber.
  • The time we were making RO water for our saltwater fish tank. We went out for the day and when we got home, it was raining indoors because the thingamabob came off the faucet and the sink on the second floor had runneth over…to the first floor.
  • The “unconfirmed” tornado that ripped thru our backyard. The rain earlier in the day was so hard that it was leaking into the kitchen windows. And by “leaking”, I mean pouring. It was a 100-yr-old house.
  • The time we had a 70 gallon pail of salt water getting ready to put into our fish tank…and Tom went to work…and I woke up to a big BANG. The pail had tipped and the living room flooded…it leaked thru to the basement, right above the burner. A few months later the burner flappy-thing (technical name) had rusted because “something” caused it to corrode.
  • When we moved we had to replace all of the carpet padding.

Whatever the hell has happened in this house for the past 14 years.

Friday we learned our water heater of 2 years had come very close to frying itself. We’d been having to hit the reset button for about 2 weeks, which meant spotty times of hot water/cold showers. The unit had kept sparking (I guess) and burnt thru the plastic around the wires and melted the insulation. Nice. So we have a new water heater sitting in our front hallway. The plumber can’t get here until Monday.

Last night our freezer did its own version of a John Carpenter movie.

Ice Station Steel Pitcher
Ice Station Steel Pitcher

I opened it to find everything covered in ice crystals. Now, there are only two of us living here (not counting the cat…I’m blaming him) and neither one of us remembers the last time we went into the freezer. It had frosted and then tried defrosting itself to the point where I couldn’t open the door. It took us 45 minutes to remove the food – the loss of the good ice cream and gelato hit us the hardest – remove the drawers and shelves and clear out all of the ice and snow. Not much went back in…guess I’ve got some shopping to do.

One the up-side, I won’t have to do a freezer cleaning for another 3 years.

I kid. Mostly.

 

*Unless you’re our old landlord, reading this. In that case, I made all of this up. I’m very creative.

p.s. I used the category “Funny Stuff” because I have a dark sense of humor. All of this makes me laugh.

Oh, January. Why the drama?

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This is the magical Starbucks mug. The one that allows me to get a free drink, every day in January.

So far, I’ve been knitting a sweater that has only gotten smaller. I started it and finished the body in November. I spent weeks trying to get the first sleeve to cooperate and then I finally frogged the whole thing.

All Wound Up
How innocent, right?
Crazy Zauberball (blue/green) and Madeline Tosh Merino Light

 

Progress, of sorts.
Progress, of sorts.
How hard could a German Short-Row, Top-down sleeve be?
How hard could a German Short-Row, Top-down sleeve be?
Ripping is tougher than it looks
Ripping is tougher than it looks

Now I have restarted the Funky Grandpa sweater, confident that it will be done by June.

Don’t mock me.

We’ve had some C O L D days. Yes, it’s Winter but we’ve never had it so cold that our heating unit couldn’t keep up. It never got above 63 degrees, inside (57 in the bedroom). We learned to adapt.

Hats. Inside! And Wes slept on the heated waterbed.
Hats. Inside! And Wes slept on the heated waterbed.

The snow wasn’t without it’s beautiful parts.

Snow - shoveled to the side of the driveway, and then blown back with the high winds.
Snow – shoveled to the side of the driveway, and then blown back with the high winds.

This was beautiful until the town plowed our driveway in and I promptly got stuck on the “hump”, while trying to drive out. My car was halfway in the street for 40 minutes, as I tried to dig myself out…get into car and rock it back and forth…lather, rinse, repeat. A town worker drove by (lucky me) right before a friend of Tom’s came to help free me.

Winter Wonderland
Winter Wonderland

And when the temperature went from -5 degrees to the low 40’s along with rain, it was transformed again.

False hope that Winter was over.
False hope that Winter was over.

And it’s only the 15th…

I Need An Assistant

You may wonder why I still haven’t posted pix of my Stitches haul or the goings on in my garden.

Soon you’ll be able to add “Why haven’t you posted any photographs from Vegas?”.

I will say this…

Today while pre-packing,  Don’t tell me that you don’t pre-pack. If you try, I won’t believe you. I found a bag in my suitcase. It turned out to be 4 skeins of yarn. Four MORE skeins of yarn than I’d previously unpacked and stuffed into a large box.

Unless I’ve found a way for yarn to spontaneously appear, I really do need a good assistant.

If it’s a magic suitcase, I hope it works the same for slot machine winnings.

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I also found a Panera, orange-iced scone, from the Stitches trip. It was still in the Panera bag and – thank heavens – I had put it into a freezer Ziploc bag. The bag was green and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.