About three weeks ago, many people will remember that a rather crazy Derecho swept through the middle of the East Coast, and Michael and I were not excepted. We lost power from Friday night until the next Tuesday Night, and consider ourselves lucky that it was only that long – many people in our area lost power for longer.
If you remember, it has also been hot, and let me say, the Metro DC is humid hot. The first day Michael and I surveyed the damage, and hung out at a friend’s basement. They didn’t have power, but at least it was cool. The second day, tired of being cooped up indoors, we walked down the street to Sligo Creek, which runs nearby us. Armed with books, knitting and and all the foodstuffs that we were worried would spoil, we headed down to the creek. There, in the shade in the creek-bed (which, might I remind you, creeks are the lowest points in the area and thus are oftentimes much cooler) with our feet in the water went spent the afternoon and evening on a rock. It was lovely, and while not what we had planned to do with our weekend, an nice treat.
The creek also did a good job keeping our lemonade cool, which we submerged in the running water.
By that time we were lucky enough to have a friend call us who had power, and offered to let us use her freezer for anything that would spoil. We went and did that.
And then we went back to our 8th floor apartment. Which was not as nearly pleasant as the creekbed. I remarked to Michael that it wouldn’t be nearly so bad if I had a fan. Instead, I was sitting and sweating and spinning. I couldn’t knit or crochet because well – my gauge changes when my hands sweat.
So what did Michael, the most wonderful man in the world do?
|I with modded spinning wheel/fan|
He disassembled a fan, melted a hole in it, hooked it up to my orifice, and rigged it so that as I treadled, I spun.
Not a bad weekend, all things considered.