If you’ve been following this blog at all, you noticed that at the beginning of July, I started posting twice a day. In the morning were the Babylock blogs, with the afternoon posts being on a more or less same schedule. Then last week, no Babylock blogs. This was more an accident of life. The Boyfriend and I got individually busy and failed to coordinate our schedules to allow for filming. So I unilaterally announced a week off from the Babylock Blogs while The Boyfriend went off to start the artwork on his sleeve (tattoo) and I reorganized my sewing area.
So we were all set to get recording done this last Sunday and resume Babylock blogging today. But then, a series of unfortunate events occurred. About a month after we moved in to our house a decade ago, our refrigerator began making Gozerian noises. And we’ve been ignoring it and holding out ever since, while our refrigerator dies a slow, ungainly death. Until this last Thursday, when on opening the door, an actual piece of it broke off, causing everything in the door to come crashing to the floor.
We decided a new fridge was in order and made the purchase. Our current dying appliance is a basic fridge/freezer combination, while our NEW refrigerator has an ice maker! But this means a new water line has to be run from the sink. This is something easily managed by The Boyfriend and we were still set to record this weekend. And then….THIS cat:
This cat has taken it upon himself to teach me how to hunt. Cats do this by bringing small prey that’s still kicking to their “child”. In my case, he has brought me a live mouse. Twice. Both times when I was in the middle of a work call, prompting me to shriek in horror….while in the middle of the call. I will catch and release spiders…ALL spiders…but mice cause me to jump out of my skin.
On both occasions, upon releasing the mouse, the mouse in question has immediately run behind this series of hangings:
So now The Boyfriend can help me record Babylock blogs OR run the water line, clear a path for the delivery drivers, and hang the artwork behind which rodents seek refuge. I have determined for the sake of my professional dignity (it is truly embarrassing to scream like a tea kettle), that rodent refuge must be hung, and my kitchen made ready for it’s new appliance.
And finally, as a last blow to my weekend plans, the lights in our living room starting blinking on and off. With enough frequency, that this got added to the honey-do list. And led to a last minute complete change of all the lights in the living room. This left me just enough time to do my laundry, and certainly NO time for Babylock blogs.
So NEXT week—Babylock blogs will resume. For now, feel free to laugh at (with) me. I know the Mighty Hunter is thoroughly disgusted with my efforts.