Thursday turned out to be one of those days that was death by a thousand cuts. The kind where it isn't one major thing that does you in, but, rather, dozens of little ones. It was my regularly scheduled shopping day and I had several extra stops added to the list of regulars, so I knew it was going to be challenging.
I tried to go into it with a positive attitude, and I really think I succeeded for about the first four stops. One of the things I was looking for was a box of the special candles that fit into our angel chimes. This was a maddening thing to have on my list in the first place, since I already own two boxes of these candles, one in red and the other in white. And, in one of those moments of "old house clarity" I have experienced multiple time since moving to our cottage, I knew exactly where they were. In our old house.
They lived in a drawer in a piece of furniture we no longer own. The items we kept in those drawers are now packed up in boxes, stuffed deep within our crawlspace. This basically means those little candles are buried alive, like all the other victims in the boxes labelled Misc. Stuff. (Hint: if you move do not label a single box as Misc. Stuff.)
Let's fast forward to stop number six. Not only did I still not have angel chime candles, I hadn't managed to get to the food purchasing part of my trip to town yet. My positive thoughts were becoming as elusive as those blasted candles I couldn't find. Ten stops later I had food, but no candles and no good thoughts. Not a single one.
We have a shed attached to the side of our cottage, and when I got home I went into it to put a few things in the freezer. On a mood rating scale of one to ten I was hovering around a zero. That is when I noticed that both bags of potatoes and the two butternut squash I had stored there had frozen in our recent cold snap. Lesson learned - I can't keep food in the storage shed in the winter.
The potatoes went straight to the garbage, but I decided I could probably salvage the squash. I set about making this squash soup recipe, which I highly recommend. While preparing the squash I somehow managed to flip the spoonful of seeds I had just scraped out of the centre, sending both seeds and squash entrails flying. The result looked like a food fight had just broke out in my kitchen.
I cleaned up that mess, then went to get the butter out of the fridge. I needed to melt a bit to rub the top of the rather oddly textured thawed out squash. When I cut a chunk of butter something happened - I still have no idea what - and the chunk of butter fell down. As it fell it managed to break into bits, leaving a greasy trail all the way down the front of the cupboard door on its messy way to the floor, where it sat in a malicious lump.
This is not a comprehensive list of Thursday's woes. It's a sampler. It turned out to be the kind of day that you know there is only one cure for - bedtime. As usually happens, when I got up the next morning the world seemed a bit brighter, in spite of the fact it was a grey and rainy day. When I took Fergus out for an early morning walk, I spotted this. I love how the individual drops of water light up these branches.
I finally finished my pair of traveling socks, and as I sat on the couch Kitchener stitching the final toe, I realized the colours of the socks were a perfect match for the bright lights on our Christmas tree.
Jay had to go to town yesterday, so I assigned him the task of checking out the remaining stores I had on my list of "angel chime candle hopefuls." In a move reminiscent of days gone by, he did something that had not once occurred to me. He pulled out the phone book and called around until he found a shop that carried them. It took less than five minutes. I'm trying not to be bitter.