I finished the first of the gloves last night, and I am not at all ashamed to proclaim my love for it, even if I did a slipshod job on creating the thumb. The second one is just past the wrist cables, so I have about a lunch hour and an evening’s worth of Netflixing before they’re through. Mmm. Gratification.
In other news, we thought the house was about to burn down this morning. We were both in the kitchen, going about the breakfast routine, when the Capt’n stuck his nose into the air and asked if I smelled . . . that.
And boy, howdy, did I. Smoke. Lots of it. Coming from the general direction of our furnace closet. But only the smell of smoke. Throwing open the door revealed nothing but a happy, not-currently-destroying-everything-we-own furnace and no smoke. Definitely no fire. So we ran around some more, sniffing the air in hopes of identifying the source. I remembered that I had a bagel in the toaster and went to sniff that, but nope. The Capt’n stuck his schnoz in front of the new furnace thermostat (a wiring project he undertook two weekends ago) and inhaled, but again, nothing.
And the smell was dissipating.
As best we can figure, one of our new neighbors stepped into the space between the houses to have an early morning cigarette (or six) and the smell drifted. At least, that’s what we’re telling each other. It’s 90 minutes later, and the house is still here, sans smoky flavoring.
Still, we turned the furnace off and started talking in the general sense of What to Save. I ran through the checklist. Ferrets and kitty into the car first. Laptops. Cameras. If there’s time, upstairs to grab the boxes of camera lenses, maybe an Uglydoll or two. I offered up the suggestion of grabbing my yarn stash basket — hey, it’s nearish the door and represents a good chunk of my earnings since the beginning of this summer — which is when the Capt’n made a whimpering noise and asked me to instead save some of his project toys.
And then he kind of laughed and said, “Well, if the house does burn down, it’ll give you a whole new spin — starting the domestic life from scratch!”
Uh, no.
He ruffled my hair and said it was probably just cigarette smoke (again) and left for work, but I did notice that he took his camera with him.
Just in case.