Small Domestic Triumphs and Tragedies
Dec. 22nd, 2014 08:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elrhiarhodanI had a quiet weekend.
Didn't walk out of House Wonderful on Saturday, except to greet the new neighbors and to step in the dog poop that someone (some dog) left on my lawn. Fortunately, it was cold and hard and didn't make that much of a mess, but of course it meant I got distracted from my pleasures (writing and beading) to clean all the things.
Anyway, the new neighbors seem nice. Well, at least the guy does, haven't yet met his significant other. Young - mid-thirties, not yet married but bought the house with his girlfriend. No children yet. Didn't ask about pets.
They closed on Friday and will be moving in in a few weeks. I'll probably get them a box of Starbucks and a few pastries to welcome them into the neighborhood. And find a way to let them know that I'll be really cheesed if they drive on my lawn.
(We don't have curbs, and it's kind of hard to see the edge between the road and the lawn. But you can if you're careful. I may just break down and put some Belgian blocks along the edge until I can afford to have curbing added.)
That's basically the only domestic tragedy.
The triumphs...
Okay, I do realize this may make me sound a little cray-cray, but I'm very particular about my socks.
No, not the brand or the material. But mating and folding them when they come out of the laundry. And yes, I know that they are all black anklet length socks bought at the same store, but they aren't all identical. Some have a diamond pattern, others are plain. And some are older and a little more worn.
So, when I do my laundry and fold everything, I match up my socks. And last week, tragedy struck. I finished folding everything and discovered that one diamond patterned sock was missing its mate. And honestly, with all the other shit going on in my life, this was something of a tipping point. No, I didn't break down and cry, but I refused to believe it was gone. I checked the washer and the dryer a dozen times. The hamper, of course. Behind the hamper. The big Home Goods bag I used to transport the laundry up and down the stairs. But no sign of the missing sock.
In protest, I just left the laundry in another HG bag in the bedroom and sulked.
I did another load of laundry yesterday and now I had two bags of laundry to put away, and since most of my clothes were in those bags, I needed to put them away.
But I still had that poor, lone sock to deal with and I was going to start calling it Mozzie because of its orphaned status. But, lo! a miracle happened! I found its missing mate.
DAMN YOU STATIC CLING! It was attached to the turtleneck I put on this morning. My sock drawer is now happy and complete!
Domestic triumph the second...
Some of you might remember the saga of Icemaker Not-So-Wonderful in Refrigerator-Equally-Less-Wonderful. It's had to be repaired or replaced three times and the fridge is less than three years old. Last spring, I had to empty the entire fridge and freezer into cold chests and defrost the whole thing so the repairman could get the icemaker unit out, it was that bad.
But, thankfully, it seemed well fixed and I had plenty of ice all summer long.
Last week, I noticed a puddle of water in the drip tray. I thought maybe I had been a little careless when I refilled my water bottle. Wiped it up and didn't give it another thought. Then the puddle got bigger and started overflowing down the front of the refrigerator. I'd taken to leaving a small folded up towel in the tray to catch the drips.
Sigh...another call for service. Not a happy-making thought. It's that I can't get a convenient service time and usually end up either losing half a day's work or leaving the office midday to go home, wait and then go back to work, adding 50 miles onto my daily commute. So I figured I'd put up with it, maybe do some research and see if I could fix it.
So, anyway, Friday evening, I bring in a case of seltzer from the garage and since it's a little warm, I fill my glass with ice. Which comes out all crushed or in big blocks.
And then it hits me. This might be the first time I've gotten ice in two months. Maybe the icemaker is too full. So I used the pitcher that I normally use for water to fill the coffee maker and I empty the ice into it. And it's big and clumpy and not the normal nicely shaped small cubes that I usually get.
But my theory about the drip was correct. It seems that the icemaker was backed up and there was ice in the section between the freezer and the door, so it was melting and dripping. I just need to remember, in the winter, to empty it out every week. No more drips.
At least from the refrigerator door.
Even though this isn't an official ramble, have a pretty.
You are really serious about your socks, aren't you?
Didn't walk out of House Wonderful on Saturday, except to greet the new neighbors and to step in the dog poop that someone (some dog) left on my lawn. Fortunately, it was cold and hard and didn't make that much of a mess, but of course it meant I got distracted from my pleasures (writing and beading) to clean all the things.
Anyway, the new neighbors seem nice. Well, at least the guy does, haven't yet met his significant other. Young - mid-thirties, not yet married but bought the house with his girlfriend. No children yet. Didn't ask about pets.
They closed on Friday and will be moving in in a few weeks. I'll probably get them a box of Starbucks and a few pastries to welcome them into the neighborhood. And find a way to let them know that I'll be really cheesed if they drive on my lawn.
(We don't have curbs, and it's kind of hard to see the edge between the road and the lawn. But you can if you're careful. I may just break down and put some Belgian blocks along the edge until I can afford to have curbing added.)
That's basically the only domestic tragedy.
The triumphs...
Okay, I do realize this may make me sound a little cray-cray, but I'm very particular about my socks.
No, not the brand or the material. But mating and folding them when they come out of the laundry. And yes, I know that they are all black anklet length socks bought at the same store, but they aren't all identical. Some have a diamond pattern, others are plain. And some are older and a little more worn.
So, when I do my laundry and fold everything, I match up my socks. And last week, tragedy struck. I finished folding everything and discovered that one diamond patterned sock was missing its mate. And honestly, with all the other shit going on in my life, this was something of a tipping point. No, I didn't break down and cry, but I refused to believe it was gone. I checked the washer and the dryer a dozen times. The hamper, of course. Behind the hamper. The big Home Goods bag I used to transport the laundry up and down the stairs. But no sign of the missing sock.
In protest, I just left the laundry in another HG bag in the bedroom and sulked.
I did another load of laundry yesterday and now I had two bags of laundry to put away, and since most of my clothes were in those bags, I needed to put them away.
But I still had that poor, lone sock to deal with and I was going to start calling it Mozzie because of its orphaned status. But, lo! a miracle happened! I found its missing mate.
DAMN YOU STATIC CLING! It was attached to the turtleneck I put on this morning. My sock drawer is now happy and complete!
Domestic triumph the second...
Some of you might remember the saga of Icemaker Not-So-Wonderful in Refrigerator-Equally-Less-Wonderful. It's had to be repaired or replaced three times and the fridge is less than three years old. Last spring, I had to empty the entire fridge and freezer into cold chests and defrost the whole thing so the repairman could get the icemaker unit out, it was that bad.
But, thankfully, it seemed well fixed and I had plenty of ice all summer long.
Last week, I noticed a puddle of water in the drip tray. I thought maybe I had been a little careless when I refilled my water bottle. Wiped it up and didn't give it another thought. Then the puddle got bigger and started overflowing down the front of the refrigerator. I'd taken to leaving a small folded up towel in the tray to catch the drips.
Sigh...another call for service. Not a happy-making thought. It's that I can't get a convenient service time and usually end up either losing half a day's work or leaving the office midday to go home, wait and then go back to work, adding 50 miles onto my daily commute. So I figured I'd put up with it, maybe do some research and see if I could fix it.
So, anyway, Friday evening, I bring in a case of seltzer from the garage and since it's a little warm, I fill my glass with ice. Which comes out all crushed or in big blocks.
And then it hits me. This might be the first time I've gotten ice in two months. Maybe the icemaker is too full. So I used the pitcher that I normally use for water to fill the coffee maker and I empty the ice into it. And it's big and clumpy and not the normal nicely shaped small cubes that I usually get.
But my theory about the drip was correct. It seems that the icemaker was backed up and there was ice in the section between the freezer and the door, so it was melting and dripping. I just need to remember, in the winter, to empty it out every week. No more drips.
At least from the refrigerator door.
Even though this isn't an official ramble, have a pretty.
You are really serious about your socks, aren't you?
