In Which Knitting Darn Near Became a Necessity
When you call Gas and Electric Company X and say, “I’d like to turn the gas and electric on in our new house,” you would expect them tell you if they are not able to supply gas to your house; that’s Company Y’s job. Nope. The lady just said sure, no problem. So when my husband calls out the heat and air guys because our house resembles a meat locker, they got a pretty big chuckle when they figured out we didn’t have the necessary fuel going to the furnace. Of course those smiles turned to frowns all around when even after the furnace was receiving gas, it still didn’t heat. Broken gas pump/valve thingie. We had two very chilly days during which I wondered if we’d have to cover ourselves with my wool skeins to avoid freezing to death. Northern knitters are no doubt laughing since I live in Texas and it didn’t even drop to freezing those days. Yes, I am a cold amateur.
The pumpkin hat didn’t happen because I decided to go out on Halloween. Matt had plans, and I decided that I just wasn’t up to wrestling the puppy while handing out candy all night. Speaking of puppies, not much knitting has been happening and probably won’t happen until Freya takes the excitement down a few levels. Ever since she got big enough to jump on the couch, my crafting time has been severely curtailed. Even the most well-behaved pup can’t resist Lorna’s Laces.
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