Things are falling apart here at the Harris Household. And that doesn't include the aging occupants.
Yesterday at knit group, I went to shoot the first photo of the afternoon and my camera batteries died. Strange, I thought, since they are new and were working two minutes before I left the house. But I know better than to argue with technology. I put the camera away enjoyed the knitting, the company and the Valentines treats. At home I put the batteries into my re-charger.
New batteries, old charger. I have no idea which isn't working but the little red markers that normally line up sedately like a British Bobby began dancing as if they were enjoying Mardi Gras madness. Twelve hours later, still no charge. Hence a photo-free post.
Dinner last night, was home-made Macaroni & Cheese, seasoned with onion, garlic, spices and topped with a bread-crumb, Parmesan Cheese mixture. Fred's absolute favourite. It was Valentine's Day after all. The side was Savoy Cabbage sauteed with carrots. That was the problem.
When I hurriedly (I am always in a hurry) switched on the garburator with all the carrot scrapings, outer cabbage leaves and core, it plugged. I tried to rectify the situation, but had to call the Valentine's Lover away from his favourite, political TV show to unplug the sink. He got the plunger and - he did it!!! Fred plunging the sink, me standing by, both of us sprayed head to toe with dirty cabbage/carrot water - how much Valentine's romance can one woman stand?
I praised him profusely and told him it was the best Valentine's Day present ever. (You can't say I don't know my way around a man.) Dinner was lovely, dishes went into the dishwasher and off we went to enjoy the evening. At bedtime I noticed a funny smell and checked all the stove burners to make sure I hadn't left one of them in the 'on' position. Nope, all was well.
This morning, my Valentines' lover opened the dishwasher to find it full of water. Hmmm. Apparently, the clog in the drain didn't disappear. Apparently, it just moved moved from one drain pipe to the next. Apparently, that was last night's 'off' smell. Apparently, some intense plumbing would be required.
At the moment, lover boy is under the sink. Not too happy. The red markers on the charger are still dancing and I think it is time to get out of the house. Anyone want a visitor?