August 21, 2009

No Time

My niece is having a baby and my mother asked me to whip up a few things. Unfortunately, 'whip up' means something different to her than it does to me, but she doesn't knit so she doesn't know that.

I decided to go with something simple, the Baby Albert Coat by Sally Melville from The Knitting Experience book:

It's what I'm calling a sample because I'm using smaller needles than is called for and some old junk yarn I wanted to get rid of. I didn't get the concept of the sweater until I got a ways in because I've been living in la-la land for about 3 weeks now. It's cute, it's garter stitch and it's a fast knit.

The past three weeks have been brain draining. Three weeks ago, my boss knew he was going away, so we cleaned up his desk (and mine). Then I got the notice to appear for jury duty, so this week I was working twice as hard.

Jury duty is Monday. When you get called for jury duty, you get a slip in the mail that says show up or a bench warrant will be issued for your arrest. Okaaaaaaaaaaaay, I'm coming! Sheesh. All I have to do is fill out the card and turn it in when I get to court. That would be fine, except ... I put the card 'up' so I wouldn't lose it. So now where in the world is it? And what do you mean 'no knitting needles allowed?" Oy!

My quest to find a second spinning wheel continues. I made an appointment to meet at Rhinebeck with a woman named Janet Lynn who owns a shop called The Wheel Thing so hopefully I'll leave the festival with my new wheel.

The planning for the trip to Rhinebeck is coming along. There's not a lot to do but worry. Get the money, pay the bus company, meet up on the date and go, right? No. I'm stressing about the size of the bus, trying to consider how the ladies will fare since there's no bathroom on the bus. Is it going to rain/snow? Will it be cold? What if everyone cancels out?

Sleep eludes me every night. Emails are piling up, phone calls haven't been returned, it's 1:00a and I'm just waking up from a nap, and I've got a 2 hour drive to Pennsylvania tomorrow (today, actually) for a party and nothing to wear. My son doesn't want to go, and I don't want to leave him at home.

I'm getting to and through it all. I promise I'll be back on track soon.

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