Home Baked ECT

Our relative humidity has gone up to 38% from 9% earlier today, but curiously, even though the temperature has gone up about 5F as well, the rise in humidity makes it feel colder, not warmer.  Right now, it’s 33F (0.5C), heading for a high of 70F(21.1C).

My computer guy brought my computer back last night.  He said, just take the side off and blow a fan straight into the box, and I can use it.  Fans, I’ve got.   So I am typing this now on my big girl keyboard.  I love this keyboard so much, I’ve got a new one squirreled away in the closet because this one will wear out.  I love the touch on it.  Very light and fast.  (It’s a gamer keyboard.)

So, sitting in the office, at the ‘puter, eating pineapple chunks for dessert after a meal of Pedro’s beef tamales (their factory burned down, and we didn’t have any for SO LONG, but now it’s been rebuilt and I don’t care if I was in the middle of Walmart, when I saw them in the meat case, I did a happy dance!).  I had three, with a big glop of refried beans on top, a sprinkling of chopped black olives, and some shredded “Mexican four cheeses” on top, zotted in the microwave.  It was sheer nums.  When I opened the can of pineapple chunks, I dumped juice and all into the bowl, and drank the juice when I’d eaten them all. (Did I mention the humidity was 9% earlier today?)

I need to put Burt’s Bees Lip Balm on my shopping list.   I’ve got a tube in my purse, but  I’ve been using Vaseline around the house because I’m afraid if I take the tube out of my purse, I’ll forget to put it back, and be caught out without any.  Vaseline works OK, but Burt’s Bees Lip Balm has peppermint in. . .   I might get a couple of tubes, one for my bedside table, one to put in the junk bowl on my computer desk, and maybe another to put on my reader’s table in the living room. . .

When our humidity dips below 20% I can put two dryer sheets in the dryer, and I still end up playing Rice Krispies clothes.  I run a comb through my hair and it just stands up and roars.  I’m wearing a little flannel lap robe at my desk, and when I get up, if I don’t take my ear buds out before I pull the lap robe off, the static electricity goes right up the ear bud cord straight into my ears.  Gets your attention, I can tell you!   Home baked ECT therapy.





Here’s the junk bowl on my computer desk.  As you can see, it has cable needles, a crochet hook, and stitch markers in it, plus a little stylus that came with my phone in case I want a little glittery thing dangling off it all the time.  I have a matching plate on my side table for my carafe.






I’ve had the bowl a while, and only recently ordered the plate when I saw that the carafe was leaving a ring because if there was any liquid in the spout, it tends to dribble if I tilt it when I pick it up.  The first plate I ordered was evidently drop-kicked at some point during the shipping process, but they were prompt to send me a replacement.

Houston got snow.  This is hilarious because the same front came through us (and was colder) before it got to them.  (The fact that the humidity here was under 20% when the front came through may have had something to do with it.)  I, however, have been having snow flurries in my living room for days now.   I have one finished except for the ribbon, 8 with one side stiffened and glittered,  5 more to crochet, and 6 more to “process” with the fabric stiffener and glitter.  Mom needs them by Wednesday.  I’d best get cracking.

Author: WOL

My burrow, "La Maison du Hibou Sous Terre" is located on the flatlands of West Texas where I live with my computer, my books, and a lot of yarn waiting to become something.

6 thoughts on “Home Baked ECT”

  1. Love, love, love Pedro’s tamales! So glad they are back in business-hope I can find them here in DFW. We’ll be in Lubbock this weekend for our daughter in laws graduation from Tech. May pick some up then and freeze them for the drive home! No snow here either, just really cold and windy.


  2. I’d forgotten that it’s time for the homemade tamale stands to start popping up. There’s very little I love more than a good tamale. Alamo Tamales are good, but they don’t beat homemade. I have heard that the ones from the meat market in Bellville are the best in the state, but Bellville’s a little off the beaten path — at least for me. Still, there might be a day to get up there after New Year’s. It’s all work from now til then.


      1. I went over and had a look — it seems they only ship in large quantities, and I’m in no position to spent $75 on a pile of tamales. But I’m going to give them a call tomorrow and see if they ship smaller amounts. If they do, I’ll report back once I get them.


  3. It’s below freezing this morning here in London and expected to rise no more than a couple of degrees above that during the day. I have to go out for some errands and we should really do some supermarket shopping this evening. Not looking forward to it.

    We had actual snow on Sunday, something that is relatively rare in London which is usually merely damp when the rest of the coiuntry is locked up in snow drifts. (The British can’t cope with heavy snow. It always catches them by surprise and they are never ready for it.) It was slushy snow which made the ground slippery and I nearly fell three times.

    In case it happens again, I have dug out the snow chains my son bought me. These go over your shoes to provide grip and tidy away into a pouch small enough to go into your pocket. Neat. (And possibly a life-saver.)


  4. I love the kitty plate and bowl!
    It’s also cold in Dublin, below freezing, which is rare here. There is snow on the hills around the town next to where I live which makes me feel a little nostalgic for home. I noticed that I enjoy almost every kind of weather as long as I can work from home and don’t have to go out to work every morning, so even winter seems pleasant now!


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