Household electrical problem has been properly diagnosed, if not yet solved: I have a 50 year old meter box. And it’s corroded. My wonderful landlady will get the new electrician (same one who came a few weeks ago and said that the then-current [pun intended] electrical problems were an Oncor problem, and not something inside the duplex) to come out and replace it with a bright shiny new one.
And then maybe I will be able to run the front window unit and blow-dry my hair at the same time. Or use the microwave. Or the toaster. Or the oven. And not have to reboot every 15 minutes (as I have been, the past couple of days) because of brownouts.
So, yay for that!
And I have my new, dark teal Namaste circ organizer. My plan last night was to come home and put all of my doll-scale knitting needles into it. Mr. Rogers wants to know if you can say gang all agley. I got a bunch of the inserts inked, and left to dry overnight. And I discovered that my Addi Turbo 00 is AWOL. And then I went to bed.
But now I’m awake, or reasonably so, and I’ve put the smallest needles into their new home and the bags they came in, into the trash (plastic) or recycling (paper inserts). KnitPicks alerted me yesterday that the Shadow yarn in the colorways I wanted, is now in stock; I will combine that wee bit of coveting with the Options organizer and enough of those bits, or DP’s, to come up with an order that qualifies for free shipping.
Over the next six months to a year, I will fill in the gaps of my needle collection, and I think that my treat to myself, when I have paid off half of my line of credit, will be the full range of those stealth needles (the ones made of carbon fiber, with the red leather case), instead of the doll I had planned. My friend Rebecca got a set in her preferred sock gauge for Mother’s Day, and I got to handle one of them [briefly, she’s no fool]. Light, warm, and seriously pointy on the ends, just right for socks and dolly knitting. Also a bit grabby, which is what I need to corral the slicker yarns that I prefer.
The second clue came out yesterday on the Summer Mystery Shawlette. I’ve printed it off and saved the PDF. And I put another inch or so on Fourthborn’s Fiancé’s hat, and another row on Annis.
I wish that all the news were so good. The new guy is waiting for his test results from Monday. Benign or otherwise, it still means surgery. Which temporarily puts the kibosh on Defining The Relationship. I’ll see him at the fireside on Sunday, and we have promised one another much hugging. [I’ll collect on the virtual ones he sent when I was reeling over the loss of Nita, and he will get as many as he wants of his own.]
Heading for the leftover M&M’s from Sunday’s Primary lesson, and then will get ready for work. Tonight is the single adult session at the temple, and my spirit really wants to go, and my body says (for the moment) that we need to be sensible about this and go to bed early. I will wear a dress to work, and I will take my temple bag, and I will see how I’m doing at the end of the workday.
Two days until payday, and another $300+ off my debt. I’m more excited about that than I am about getting to buy groceries or to go see Thor.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!