Multi tasking yesterday. Some TV series watching (The Closer on Lifetime), reading Second Time Around by Kendrick about four college friends re-inventing themselves after the fifth friend dies and doing some sewing. This began-weeks ago- as three pieces sewn together. Then nothing. Then a few days later two pieces added. And then nothing. Repeat as needed. And then remove strips that offend the eyes.. Yesterday the longer spotted strip to the left and then the two long sides- wrong side up.
That little triangle trying to make a HOUSE is not stitched down and may not stay. I'm secretly channeling a little house quilt with a Moon or a Sun. (Dee) Or a little neighborhood of houses. Just pinned. Nothing decided.
Yesterday's Appliance Repair Appointment. Gosh. We are going to be a story told back at the shop with much hilarity. It was simply one item in the "Dedicated Ice Cream Section" over the Ice Maker. Now...long ago and far away......I am reminded of not putting anything in the Ice Cream Section (that wasn't up against the back wall). I got sloppy and added a block of frozen tomatoes. Then the door stopped shutting. $189 is the basic fee when they send out someone. The block of frozen tomatoes has thawed and will be made into some sort of pasta today or will be tucked into the compost bucket to feed worms..
Sigh. I am assuming as we venture into the second half of our 70's and into the first half of our eighties that this will be "small potatoes" as they say in the "embarrassment" section of our Golden Years.
And yes.......that section on top of the ice maker bin- is ONLY for Ice Cream. Designed JUST for Ice Cream. And only one container of ice cream at a time. It keeps a gallon of Ice cream at the perfect scooping/frozen place in Time. Somehow. Magically. We rarely if ever have any ice cream in there. So... things happen. Things that are NOT ice cream get put up there. The section starts getting treated like just another shelf. And $189 later- it's empty. And will stay that way as, now, the space has been labeled in Sharpie Pen.
I also learned the two side by side doors have very powerful magnets in the door frames. Yep. And that the fridge is perfectly level. On all sides. Yep. Yep. and Yep. The guy was super nice.
I cut the leg off a new (to me) pair of navy cord pants- mis-sized at LLBEAN and sold for a dollar in the employee store. Or possibly 25 cents. Labeled 16- they had small print on label saying 14? In any case, never going to fit me. So one leg came off to make knee repair patches for George's work pants. The exchange of beige (all purpose) thread up top and in bobbin case for dark blue up top and black in the bobbin case went smoothly---perhaps to soften the blow of the refrigerator repair ...... some sort of sympathetic solidarity between machines in my household. Stranger things have happened. I have two more pair of navy pants to repair/mend and then I am done. Until George or Daughter needs more repairs.
Today's book is No Judgments by Meg Cabot. Perfect title.
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