After the heater incident, I was in no big hurry to get home yesterday afternoon after work, so I got off the bus early and walked to the library. I was super excited when I realized that they had the Elizabeth Zimmerman/ Meg Swanson Knitters Glossary DVD...like super happy hoppy up and downy excited because it totally falls in line with my "learn 2 new techniques a month" resolution , so I checked it out along with a random arm load of other books.
A night full of knitting instructional video, some good food, and maybe a glass of wine was just what the doctor ordered. Realizing that I needed to hit the grocery if I wanted the actual good food I promised myself, and remembering that I had seen a great looking recipe for grilled portabella mushrooms in one of the books I hit the grocery next. I lugged my 4 bags of groceries home, balancing them on what few library books would not fit in my ginormously over sized purse.
Halfway through putting the groceries away I realized that our refrigerator was dead.
Stone cold dead.
Obviously, my luck with inanimate objects has been terribly lacking lately. Good news is that nothing for my portabellas needed refrigeration if I started right away, so dinner was saved. Once Boygenius got home, he took what little refrigerator stuff that could be salvaged over to his mom's house for storage.
When I tried to report the issue, apartment maintenance would not answer the phone (This bugs me since I work for a maintenance department and you *always* answer the phone). I left a message. I cleaned the remaining carnage from the fridge, cooked up the shrooms, and finally sat down to relax in front of some fine knitting instruction with a glass of wine.
As I was watching, I knit the most beautiful short row heel of my life on the first of my "feet like a rainbow socks". I mean, it was so fine I wanted to make sweet, sweet, love to it. But our love was fleeting.
In keeping with the last 24 hours of luck, I had to frog it because the sock would no longer fit around the widest circumference of my foot and I needed to add additional stitches. Even worse, I was so mentally whooped that I forgot to photograph the heel in all of its glory before I ripped it out. I'll admit that the wine may have had a little something to do with my forgetfulness...but as for the heel, you will just have to take my word for it. It was glorious!!!!!
As for the fridge-I called the management company again this morning, and they are sending someone out to replace it. It should be there before I get home from work. Wahoo!
I've got big plans for the evening too: they include transferring our 10 tons of magnets onto the new fridge, napping, then watching whatever the Netflix fairy decided to drop in my mailbox. Zimmermania can start again tommorrow since I refuse to do anything productive tonight. Not a blessed thing.
May the knitting resume tommorrow!
1 comment:
Well, I hope you are enjoying your new fridge. It's bad news when a fridge dies. (But the good news for you is that you don't have to replace it yourselves.)
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