Yesterday was not a good day. It involves a repairman, a fire, a trip to the laundromat and many, many bad words on the part of my dearly beloved, who can fix almost anything that I break. And it was a busy night. He had to go back to work in the lab after work, and he was NOT A HAPPY HUSBAND. Well, the repairman was not there to fix the washing machine, and I actually went to the laundromat before I broke the washing machine. The Dish Network guy came to install a DVR, which also included climbing on the roof to put a new whatsit on the dish, and about 3 phone calls to make it all work. But it works, I assume. Haven't tried it yet. Then I had to go to the laundromat because I had a comforter, dog beds and bathroom rugs to wash. It was a sunny, but cold day and I knew I could put them on the line to dry. But I forgot them and it snowed and rained all night. They are still there, wet. None of that heavy, bulky stuff can go in my apartment size front loader, as it makes the machine agitate itself off the platform it is on and across the cellar floor. It sounds like NASCAR in the cellar, and I don't imagine is very good for the machine. Which broke anyway while washing a load of skivvies. It sounded like a cup of nuts and bolts in a blender and was flashing codes at me, dinging and full of water and dirty unmentionables. I called the M**T*G guy, who said he could maybe come in a couple of weeks, but I could bring it in and he could fix it quicker. Yea, okay, load her up sweetie we're taking a road trip. So I said my husband is pretty handy and then he said "takeoffthetop, thenthefronttheresacouplascrewsandthepumpisinthelowerright
takeitoutandbringitinoremptyitout,maybe." That made no sense, but I took notes and you-know-who found 3 quarters in the water pump. Fixed. We put it back together and only had one extra screw.
But the lawnmower is still parked down over the hill behind the apple trees. I mowed the front lawn wearing a down jacket, hat and mittens. In addition to 6" of grass there were several 200 year old maple trees worth of leaves on the ground, and I assumed that I could just mow them up into rows and save a step in raking them up. Wrong, no, very wrong. Even at about 31 degrees they got chewed up under the lawn mower deck and sort of spontaneously combusted. I was sitting on the lawn mower and it was a tad bit disconcerting to see all the smoke. So I drove it far enough away from the house that it was not really visible, hopped off and left it. Did I mentioned it rained all night? We won't need it til spring and then I will be in way more trouble than I am for leaving quarters in my bras.
On the knitting front I finished both my silk/cashmere cowl and the basketweave scarf. I spent the day doing safe things like paying the taxes, which may just be a tad late, and watching " The Proposal" which came out on video today. As a former resident of Sitka, Alaska I have to make a statement here. That film was not filmed in Sitka. I believe it was mostly filmed in Massachusetts. The downtown was not even closely related to Sitka and Sitka's scenic woodsy trails do not pass through deciduous forests. Although the movie was not totally horrible, it was very close. And to any of my Alaskan friends reading this Happy Alaska Day!
Tomorrow I promise pictures. The cowl should be dry, the scarf blocking and the silk/merino plyed! Yay!!!