Sunday, May 31, 2015

My catastrophes continue

Earlier this week, I tried to open one of the French doors to my study--it was stuck, swollen I presume by the humidity. I did what my contractor told me--pushed down on the handle, in order to push in. Only the handle came off in my hand. This is a catastrophe on several levels--the doorknobs are antique, so you can't just go to the hardware and replace the broken part. The study is where I leave Sophie when I'm gone and she doesn't want to be outside--she's definitely an indoor dog. She knows how to bang one door open unless I put several strong rubber bands linking the two doorknobs (classy system, don't you think?). Lewis Bundock is supposed to come back tomorrow with an electrician to install the new TV in the back room, and he'll bring a part he thought he had at home for the doorknob. So wonderful to have someone who takes care of my house and knows about old houses (mine was built in 1922).
I mentioned on Facebook this morning that a brand new 16 oz. container of cottage cheese jumped out of the refrigerator and flew all over the kitchen. I put Sophie in the office and cleaned it up as best I could. Then she came along behind me and cleaned the rest. Some had fallen inside the fridge, and I thought I'd gotten it all, but tonight with the fridge open  I noticed a friend's seeing eye dog industriously licking at the bottom. Good thing I'm not a germaphobe.
This afternoon I mostly had dinner cooked--lemon potato salad, roasted corn salad, oven friend chicken (it wasn't crispy enough) and butter-sautéed radishes and kale. The latter was really an experiment and met with mixed response. But I was doing something in the kitchen--maybe swishing out the sink--and the bottom part of the faucet came off in my hand. The whole thing is unusable--leaks water under the sink and out onto the floor. Called the plumber to get my name on the list for tomorrow.
Meantime there were eight people for dinner--we resorted to plastic plates, paper plates for appetizers, and my neighbors took the silverware home to wash. I guess I can get by in the morning, but I'm so used to washing my hair the sink. And it's wonderful to have friends who take such things in stride. I'm feeling fortunate but tired tonight.
 

4 comments:

Susan J Tweit said...

Yikes! I hope the plumber comes promptly and fixing the faucet doesn't involve anything too expensive, and that your friend who is coming to install the tv has the right part for the doorknob. And that there are no more catastrophes!

Judy Alter said...

Thanks, Susan. I always feel that household catastrophes come in threes, so maybe now I've had mine. Hate to wash my hair in the shower though.

Anonymous said...

A catastrophe would be if you didn't have any friends to share these stories with....

Judy Alter said...

You're so right, and I know I am blessed.