Shoe RepairAfter my fall (that’s another story) I had to wash my sneakers, and in doing so, I noticed that the rubber tip on one shoe was peeling back (or, coming adrift, as Rob likes to say).
Rob said I should take it to the shoe repair wala whom we see on our corner every evening after work – busily working on a pile of shoes to be repaired.
But I thought I would tackle the job myself with the Krazy Glue we had purchased for another use.
Admittedly, Krazy Glue and I have had our differences over the years, so I decided to put a plastic bag on my hand, so that I would not glue myself to the shoe. Anyone who has used the product will know that it is much runnier than you expect (precisely what has got me into trouble in the past) so I CAREFULLY squoozed out a little spurt under the rubber flap, and then held it firmly in place with my bagged hand until it was firmly set. Perfect repair! Problem was, I had glued my OTHER hand to the shoe. That sneaky glue had run down one of the treads while my attention was on the flap.
Fortunately, I could rip myself free without losing any flesh (adrenalin rush due to being FURIOUS with myself for doing that) and the morning went along fine, until I went to take my morning shower and found that I had also glued my jeans to my leg.
Apple SauceOur cook bought about three kilos of small apples – very small really – so I decided to make them into apple sauce. Cored, but with the skins on, I stewed them in two batches and when they were tender I got out the Mixu (blender) to puree them. Again, ths had to be done in two batches since the blender only held half at a time. The first half had very little extra liquid – but they pureed beautifully – so I went on to the second batch which was much juicier.
And this is where the whole project went south.
I placed the lid firmly, and switched it to ON. From out of the Mixi came a surprising eruption of hot goo which sprayed around the kitchen, the walls, the counters, my shirt, my pants and for extra giggles, ran down the fronts of the cupboards too.
Any of you who have ever had such an experience know how much I was wishing I hadn’t started this project – as I washed the walls, the counters, the cupboards, finally put the apple sauce away in the fridge. Next step, strip down and scrape the goo off my clothes – then fill a bucket and do wishy washy, wishy washy until my duds could be wrung out by hand and hung on the line. No folks, we do NOT have a washing machine here. Milo does ALL our laundry like that every day, but I was not about to leave her MY mess.
Conclusion: Making apple sauce is hard work.
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