This is the end of a godawful mess I made with handspun. It was so tangled it took me three evenings and too many knots to get it down to this. My advice? Never ever try to wind your yarn off the bobbin without a niddy noddy or swift or something that can control the mess. I got cocky. Won’t happen again. I refuse to allow myself to start spinning anything else until I get this mess undone. It’s close.
I’ll bet you’re on needles and pins about the dishwasher. There’s a story(isn’t there always). Friday morning I opened the refrigerator and pulled out my O.J. and it felt a tad warmish. I opened the freezer and it looked like things were starting to thaw. I opened the fridge again and felt the cheese. Room temperature. My first thought was “Oh, Sh*t!*l#@!”. I got ready for work and before leaving I turned the temperature control to the coldest on the dial. I know. I know. At lunch I came home and could smell food spoiling when I opened the front door. I let the pup out and went to the refrigerator and realized I was screwed. The food was spoiling and my clever trick of turning the temp all the way hadn’t worked, so I showed all the maturity of a cranky 13 year old and slammed the fridge door shut, causing a perfectly lovely unopened brand new bottle of vodka to tumble down and shatter on the floor. I cannot tell you how much that pleased me. I swept up the glass and vodka as best I could and put Grover’s water bowl in a different place, thus assuring he would go nowhere near it, shut off the other kitchen entrance and went back to work. About 45 minutes before quitting time there was nothing going on so I asked my boss if I could leave a bit early to empty out my refrigerator and throw all the food away. He just smiled at me and asked me if I was just feeling appliance lucky these days. I got home and tossed everything in the refrigerator. I opened the freezer and had started pulling things out when the darned thing kicked on. I knew then that it wasn’t the compressor, so I decided I would try one more trick. I unplugged the refrigerator and plugged it back in. I rebooted it. Damned if it didn’t work. I know I’m on borrowed time, but I was thrilled I was given a chance to actually shop around and find one I like and can afford. Of course, the fridge is empty and shiny clean and will stay fairly empty until I acquire a new one. This on the day before and day of the dishwasher delivery. I took the Bud out for a walk early Saturday and came home and waited for the phone call telling me that I was going to see them around a certain time. I was thinking A.M. or P.M. By 11:30 a.m. I had heard nothing and got no satisfaction from the lady I called asking about the delivery. The store owner called me about 11:40 and apologized profusely for not calling me sooner and said they would be there between 1:30 and 4:00. Oh joy. I ran like a crazy woman to the grocery store to replenish my OJ and a few other essentials and raced home to wait. They showed up about 3:45 and it took them 45 minutes to install the dishwasher. I’m thrilled. I ran it on Saturday night and it did a pretty good job. The dishes I was expecting it to clean had been in the sink for 3 days so I don’t think I gave it much of a chance. I’ll let you know what I think after I’ve run a full load later this week.
I have a picture of my Lenten roses. They are particularly spectacular this year.