Cut it out

Ugh, machinery. I am so over it. The machine winder is only working sporadically, and right now not at all, argh, and all I can think about is all the stuff I want to sew. I remember now why I found this so rewarding.

All cut out and nowhere to go. The doctor will have a look at it one of these days. Right now, he is shoulder-deep in the guts of the car, which, while hurtling along at 65 mph last week suddenly issued forth a hideous crunching sound from inside its belly followed by some sputtering, followed by its engine ceasing to be an engine anymore. At the wheel, the boy had a hair-raising quarter mile of coasting off the highway, down the exit ramp, and into a parking lot. It's such a sinking feeling, isn't it, to see your car on the flatbed of a tow truck? And now its innards are strewn all over the garage and fingers are crossed. Hey, let's knit!