Something, Something—
Something about the moon? It has been bright these last nights. Today, on Stauffer Avenue it felt as if a witch had flown across the moon.
I was in the sewing studio and I had to stop and really listen. No! We couldn’t have a mouse chewing his way into the basement. It sure sounded like it. I went to inspect and it was water dripping onto the plastic of the toilet paper package. “Dennis, is there a problem?” Dennis was doing dishes in the kitchen and yup . . . sure enough . . . there was a problem. The plastic piping leading from the right sink had become disengaged leading to the left sink. Dennis was already on it in the kitchen with as many extra towels as he could gather after he had shut off the water. I , on the other hand was gathering towels and moving whatever I could out of the way of the water that was now following whatever path it wanted to take to drip into our storage closet. Nothing had been moved against said piping . . . hey it’s plastic, does it eventually loosen itself from the house shifting. No matter. We were on top of it upstairs and downstairs.
Back to stitching. We have a small refrigerator in our basement and I felt a cool drink of bottled water was due. What! I am stepping in water! The plug in of the refrigerator on the north basement wall was dis-engaged enough that the refrigerator was totally defrosting. Not that it didn’t need it. That outlet is the type that each of the plugin connections are at an angle. It has been on that wall since the mid 80s. The refrigerator plugged into the top outlet . . . well not so good anyway. More mopping up.
Back to stitching. I am really enjoying a project and it has been clipping right along. I did have to take several
S.O.S. calls from nephew Brett. His concrete business is closing down for the season and he is about to get back to quilting. From early spring to early winter it was like starting over with some of his mindset. I turned back to my sewing machine to change from one color to another and all I got was a message that had me puzzled. I did turn off the machine and restart it . . . but nothing. I took the machine apart from every angle that is available to me. Restarting it several times. Nothing. I went online and got squat for good information. Monday morning I will be calling my people in Bird Island and setting up an appointment.
Three events within several hours on Stauffer does make one think that there is something abound. The sink has been remedied, the refrigerator is back on track to doing its thing. The sewing machine is what it is. It’s not all bad. We don’t mind a road trip. Dennis does enjoy having a bite to eat at the Athman’s Café in Bird Island and if we are making the trip we may well take Brett’s sewing machine with us as he has been having issues. It has been an eventful day on Stauffer. Nobody died. It’ll all turn out o.k.