It is oppressively hot here in Boston. The dew point is 75 and the temperature is 90. When it gets this hot, George and I often think of our vacation to New Orleans one May when we thought we would go to Jazzfest, and realized quickly that without air and shade, we would not survive, so we skipped it. This is the kind of weather where you really need central air conditioning. Few houses in Boston have that. Two of our rooms have air conditioners in the windows, so when it gets this hot, the other rooms are "pass through" only. We even broke down and ordered a pizza yesterday, since no one felt like venturing into the kitchen to fix dinner.
We have shoveled out the car, and now have a few small bags and boxes left to unpack, but we pretty much are getting back to organized, or at least, our version of organized.
The Missing Yarn Story
I'm going to make this short. The night before we left for the cabin, I put some skeins of sweater yarn, good needles, new scissors and a new pattern in a plastic bag and tied it at the top to take in case I needed another project. George called to me the next morning from the bottom of the stairs and said, "is this all garbage going out here?", beause there was another plastic bag there. I said, "yes", not even thinking that the yarn was there waiting to go to the car. Big problem. He took my bag of yarn and needles and gave it to the garbage truck which was outside. Boom. Just another problem that can be solved by throwing money at it.
We hunted everywhere in the cabin, in the car, and at home when we returned, and not finding the bag of yarn anywhere, we have deduced that this is what happened. It was no one's fault really. Bad communication. And another hard lesson learned: don't put knitting projects in plastic bags.
Have a great day.
