Much as I’d love to chitchat at length, I cut my finger on Sunday and as you can see, am having trouble typing.
Don’t worry. It’s not a terrible cut. And the gangrenous hue to my other fingers is merely due to the circumstance of my having been scrubbing a pot that we used out on the fire for the maple syruping. It was sooty, so my hand was sooty, and I was also getting ready for friends to come over to grill steaks (outside! in the sunshine!).
I hastily reached across to shove aside a cutting board where my newly sharpened (of course) knife was sitting alongside some tomatoes.
The cutting board started to slide and no, I didn’t grab the knife, because that would be stupid, but I did try to prevent the whole board from sliding off and dumping tomato all over the rug. So the butt of the knife blade caught me on the knuckle on its tumble down. And you know how those cuts are — they bleed like crazy (but none got in the food, reality chef judges!). It was all I could do to tape it up and put a latex glove on it. No washing of soot could be achieved.
Later I splinted it so that it has a chance of healing. It will be fine. It’s just the vexation of your useless right hand and flipping everything and everyone the bright white bird :)
Ah, well, they deserve it no doubt.
In other news, I have been wanting to replace the chair below for a while now. It’s all very well, but it creaks (it’s a rocker) and only the Chief can sit in it — it’s so deep that it makes my legs tired. And a few weeks ago he may or may not have rocked so far back in it that he went over backwards!
I’ve been looking here and there. Deep down I wanted a leather chair for him — although I need to be clear that he does not want it to be considered *his* chair. He dreads being that person who sits in the same spot every night, disappearing into the furnishings! I think he read somewhere that the father should try to sit in different places when the family gathers. Liven things up, you know?
In any case, do you know how much nice leather chairs cost?
But on Craigslist someone was listing this one (which she said is from Pottery Barn — it’s certainly nice enough). It is full-grained leather and the cushions are down-stuffed. I looked, and similar chairs are $1500-2300! She was asking $300. It’s in almost perfect condition. The only reason she still had it, I think, is that others had been emailing her and she seemed to do better with a phone call! I didn’t even bargain!
You know that we are all about trying to be frugal and not thinking that everything has to be bought new or at top dollar. After all, living on one income is a commitment, one that I have been happy to make.
But — you learn to have sales resistance!
After wrestling it into the back of my CRV and wondering if it was worth it and fretting over what to me is just a lot to pay for a piece of furniture, I now am very happy to have been patient and waited for just the right chair. I love it.
(Funny story — a friend who I visited after picking up the chair asked if I had gotten it. “Yes, although it was not quite fitting in the trunk. But I bungeed the back and it was fine.”
“How big is it? What kind of chair is it?”
“You know, an arm chair…”
Later I realized that she thought I had said that I had trouble getting it in the truck. Our Ford F150 pickup? Yes, that would be a big chair!)
And the quilt is about four inches of quilting away from being ready to be washed… but I can’t do anything with my hand at the moment, so it just has to wait…
Okay, this has taken me a long time to write! How are things going with you?