It’s hot here in Texas. The upstairs AC has been out for a week. The replacement coil arrived Friday, but was defective. AC coils are sealed containing a bit of nitrogen. When the seal is broken, they make a whoosh sound as nitrogen escapes, which let’s you know the coil is good. There was no woosh. The new replacement coil is supposed to arrive today.
The house is still in shambles. The painters were here Thursday, however it did not work out. I’m pretty sure this is the original company that came out to fix their mess, because I think I remember the owner who was there to supervise. They start painting. There are two middle aged gentlemen, a 30 foot ladder, and the owner. Fifteen minutes into it there is a scream. We sprint into the main room. The ladder slid and one of the middle aged men is hanging off the bannister as the ladder is sliding. He is still holding on the the can of paint.
The ladder was caught, and the injury was avoided. I told him to please drop the paint if this ever happens again. Paint stains cane be removed and tile floor can be replaced. We were assured this would not happen again. After watching them for a couple of minutes, we asked to please come back with the scaffolding. They will be here on Tuesday.
Meanwhile, I finally tackled the yarn. Everything had to be removed for the painting process, and they didn’t do too badly with the craft room, so I got my yarn out of the garbage bags.
We all suffer from gift anxiety. What do we get those we love for birthday, Christmas, etc. that would guarantee them a tiny bit of happiness? Well, my family figured out that yarn makes me happy. Sometimes Gordon, who signed up for yarn newsletters, buys me surprise yarn. What I mean to say is that, I didn’t buy all this yarn by myself. A lot of it was gifted to me. I even have some yarn from our literary agency, thanking me for a favor. So it’s not all me. But most of it is. Also I am still missing a box.
Behold, the yarn storage building saga. Lots of pictures.