A narrow squeak and a silent car

This morning I finally did what I'd feared since hearing aids Ruth and Laura moved in. Forgot I was wearing them and jumped into the shower. Horror, maybe a hugely expensive mistake.

I realized quickly, whipped them out,  buried them in a dry towel and prayed to Saint Speakup that they'd survive. 

After I'd dried off and dared replace them I found one wasn't sounding.  Replaced the filter and the rubber dome, the parts which protect the electronics, and, relief, it worked again.

Every morning I put on the kettle for coffee and proceed to insert the aids. Almost every day I think this can't be right, they're whistling. Then realize yet again it's the kettle. 

Bitterly cold and windy today, so I made it outside to try starting the car and pick up mail. The car wouldn't start. Gary will come over later and use my  battery starter kit. I can't get the hood up, or I'd do it.

Ed note: not sure what's happening but he's on it now. Disregard the red shadow across the storm door. 

Meanwhile no car means I'm not able to make it to the Tuesday Knitting Group. So reading at home is on. And crocheting. And steam pressing the gloves, three pairs. And whining and grumbling and being a bad sport about it all.

Just that walk to the mailbox and back was tiring, the cold and the wind, and I fell asleep twice over the Forsyte S.  What a sugarbaby, aka wuss. Probably just as well I didn't try for the knitting group. I'd have fallen out of my chair asleep.

Textiles and Tea is on, though, with a great presenter, natural dyer, shibori artist, WARP activist working against child enslavement in the Asian rug world, aficionada of Indonesian textiles, teacher, designer, multi talented Sara Goodman.

The Asian weaver is modeling a traditional complex ikat weaving, the first she ever made, at fifteen!

Sara is passionate about using natural dyes and points out that in the Unicorn Tapestries in the Paris Cluny museum, all their range of color,  is from three or four natural plant sources. It takes knowledge and flexible thinking and experimenting.

She works in silk and wool, including silk ribbons. Go to her website for more, she's endlessly interesting and experimental.

Happy day everyone, my car's working again, I can hear, the ruggy thing is growing, all's well!

And it's Distaff Day, when spinsters, who spun thread for the family, respected, valued work, returned to their drop spindles after their Christmas break.