Purls O' Wisconsin

ahhhh, my favorite part of the weekend. The Man has crawled up to bed, I just finished the latest Jim Butcher Dresden novel (really good), Marge is at the other end of the sofa and I have some truly crap tv cued up on the DVR (a BBC documentary about men who want to have sex with their cars. Last weekend I watched the women who want to have sex with buildings) and a big ass mug of tea. I will probably work on my sock in progress, maybe do some work on my neglected Hey, Teach sweater, or finish the dishrag I knit half of at the movies on Friday night when we went to see I Love You, Man at The Times.

I have to confess, last month I made a frivolous purchase. I drink a lot of tea, I bought a 1 quart electric teakettle about a year ago and I love that thing. It does not have as much character as my pink stovetop model, but it is lightning fast and that counts for a lot. There was not a thing wrong with it. Except one quart is sometimes not enough boiling water all at once. Sometimes I need to fill up my mug of tea AND a hot water bottle. So last month I bought a new one,  a 1.75 quart one. And I confess, I have really felt kind of silly ever since. There was not a thing wrong with my old one aside from impatience. As i was standing there in my kitchen and the injustice of havign to boil a second pot in less than 5 minutes was just too great for me. By the time the shiny new one arrived 3 days later I felt silly, I thought I might send it back to Amazon. But I plugged it in anyway, wanting to see if the cordless part was nice. It is nice, and it boils a whole lot of water very very fast. And I like it just fine, though feel chagrinned about why I felt it was such an emergency.
Until tonight, possibly 4 weeks after my great kettle tanrum,  when I could boil enough water to fill the hot water bottle and make a soothing mug of vanilla rooibos tea latte in less than five minutes was necessary and I didn't have to choose which one to do first I remembered why it felt so urgent. Ahhhhhh.

And now I will go watch a middle aged man make out with his 1974 VW Beetle as he polishes it.