Finally, after all this time, I bought AAA batteries. I happened to call my father while I was driving to the grocery store, and he reminded me to buy them at the end of the call.
Turns out you can be almost 40 years old, and your dad will still have to remind you to buy stuff at the store. Somewhat humiliating. But also: obviously necessary.
It was most suspenseful, waiting for them to be charged so that I could see if they would make my little scale work again. And they did, so I guess it was just a problem with the old batteries.
It’s such a valuable knitting tool. I mean, it definitely ranks behind my swift and my ball-winder. But look! What seemed like a full ball of Reynolds Whiskey turns out to be only 34 grams.
What a disappointment it would have been, to try and knit another Koolhaas hat out of the remaining yarn, only to fall so far short. Disappointment: averted.
In other news, the astute reader will note that the spice rack is gone. I gave up and put the spices in my kitchen cabinet.
The spice rack was awfully handy. But there is only one place it will fit: above the stove. And I have since learned that you should never store spices there, because the heat from the stove is bad for them. Also, reaching across a hot stove for a spice is not always a great idea.
It’s not great to have a big jumble of spice jars in the cabinet. But at least I have my little countertop back.