That was the temperature last night. Here’s what the indoor/outdoor thermometer said this morning as I was getting ready to leave for work:
The temperature dropped so precipitously that our smart thermostat couldn’t keep up, and never got over 60 before we were ready to leave the house, then started cooling down. We keep the house at 57 at night and when we are gone all day. It does save money and energy. That is the reading from the coldest place in the house, don’t worry, we can’t see our breath.
It was one of those cold snaps that brings mechanical woes. I had to leave work early and go the opposite direction from the Yarnery, where I had a class, and go jump start my husband’s car. He had not put the jumper cables in his trunk yet. I, of course, leave mine in there all year, along with other kinds of crap I might need, or want to take to Goodwill, or forgot to put away. It can come in useful. Then after teaching , I discovered that the noise I was hearing from my car was not a tire booger, but a flat tire. When it’s 12 below, it can be hard to tell. I didn’t want to stop, so I drove the gas station and put some air in. The reward for rescuing the man was that at the crack of freezing dawn in the morning, he dragged out the air compressor and put air in my tires, so I could drive to the tire shop close to our house. They told me I had ruined the tire, and they had no replacement because their delivery was cancelled due to the weather. (Please don’t give me those tires if your delivery trucks can’t make it.) So I bussed it home. I wasn’t walking over the bridge, which I think must be the coldest place in Saint Paul. (See the lovely pix at Fifth Lamp Down for a year long set of views from the other bridge over the Mississippi.)
I have read that it is a fashion faux pas to wear more than one hand-knit item at a time. Maybe in California. In Minnesota, here’s a morning list of handknit item items on my person: hat, check, felted mittens, check, scarf, check, sweater, check, socks, check. Go ahead, send my picture into What Not to Wear, I am warm. I did commit a fashion dork maneuver, though, and realized I was wearing a hat made from the leftover Kureyon I used to make the sweater I was also wearing. Seems like the knitter’s solo sartorial equivalent of matching bar jackets.
In spite of a slow weekend for knitting, due to the vicodin I was taking after my dental surgery, here’s some of the Christmas knitting ready to pack and mail.
I still have more Christmas knitting to do, but only local knitting, so I have till Christmas morning to get it done. Pleeennty of time….