And a one, and a two…
Saturday July 16th 2011, 10:45 pm
Filed under: Family

The microwave blew up on Michelle this morning with a spectacular gust of smoke and stink after I’d had my hot cocoa but before she’d had hers. This still constituted an emergency, then.

A few reviews on Amazon about unseeable controls on the one that Costco turned out to have, unless you crouched down to its level each time, and we went off to a second store and found just the right thing. Stainless steel and black. Looks great.

What that triggered, of course, was a burst of energy towards making the kitchen look really nice too, by myself because Michelle had other errands that had to be run. Scrubscrubscrub. Let’s see, why is this still here? Out! Scrubscrubscrub.

I finally sat down too tired to move when suddenly Richard called for help: one ambitious project had begotten another in another room.  Our Web connection was going to be down for he didn’t know how long unless he got this finished. Okay, I’m all ears–glad to help. He was half under a table, drilling a hole, rewiring bedrooms; “Could you tell me where this is coming through so I don’t go through anything wrong?”

STOP you’re going to hit the rug!

He stopped.

I came to check on things from his side and managed to fall and twist a few things. Landed on him. Oh sorry dear. Picked myself up, got out of the way…

Then another yell for help: the bookshelf had collapsed, at him but thankfully not on him.  We emptied the contents of the bookshelf, fire brigade method.

I am sitting. I am knitting.  A randomly grabbed single stash skein of Frog Tree Meriboo that hopefully will be enough to make a fast not-really-for-warmth hat to cover the vasoline etc on my head. But boy does it feel good to have gotten all the things done we got done.

(Do I dare try my treadmill time with a twisted ankle…)

Maybe I should unsubscrub to that idea just for today.

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It would have been a different day if you enjoyed ice cold chocolate milk.

Comment by LynnM 07.17.11 @ 12:05 am

I’ve had dreams that went something like that.

Comment by LauraN 07.17.11 @ 6:23 am

Let that ankle rest – just to be safe – please?

Comment by Channon 07.17.11 @ 6:47 am

Such a day! You deserve a knitting break!

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 07.17.11 @ 7:29 am

hmmm, the conspiracy of the electric powered items seems to have spread from my house to yours (we had dead computers, a dead printer and then a dead fan!)

these things always appear to come in little clusters

ours appears to be over for now — hope yours is too

Comment by Bev 07.17.11 @ 7:40 am

LauraN says she has had dreams like that. I’ve had days that went like that, fortunately not often nor recently. Just rest, please. Ok, knit.

Comment by Don Meyer 07.17.11 @ 10:27 am

Yup. I agree with Don, just knit. Scrub the treadmill idea. Let your ankle heal. And have fun!

Comment by DebbieR 07.17.11 @ 1:31 pm

Resistance is real, not fultile…the treadmill will wait for you…I know this for a fact!

Comment by Ruth 07.17.11 @ 5:04 pm

Oh, dear, what a day you all had! Knitting is absolutely necessary at this point, as is resting with your poor twisted ankle up. Is Richard ok?

ENOUGH, world! Alison doesn’t need any more ickiness in her life this week! She’s all set, thank you!

Comment by PegiF 07.17.11 @ 8:45 pm

And how long did it take to replace all the books? I ask, because I have 12 boxes of unpacked books and no place to put them . . .

Comment by Patricia Day 07.18.11 @ 8:26 am

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