Things that Go BUMP in my Mind

Knitting, stitching, reading, gardening, cooking--I have no time for any of it.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

So cool.

Scene: Books a Million. I have just settled in with the new Cast On magazine while the kids ransack browse the children's department. Beloved hubby comes over.

Him: Do you want to go get a coffee from the cafe?

Me: No, I'm fine, thanks. (me thinking: Who are you, and what have you done with my husband? You never encourage me to buy overpriced coffee drinks.)

Him: Are you sure? Because there's kind of a group of knitters over there. I thought you might be interested.

Me: See ya!

Knitting in hand, I scurried over to the cafe where there were, indeed, a number of women gathered around a table, all with knitting in hand. I was warmly welcomed and encouraged to have a seat. I chatted and knitted until Owen came over, grabbed me by the hand, and literally dragged me out of there. He's quite strong for a two-year-old.

Anyway, they meet there every week because the once-a-month guild meetings are just not enough for them.

In other news, I finished the baby sweater last night, and blocked it. Seaming tonight, buttons tomorrow or maybe Saturday. Pictures thereafter. I'm working on another chemo cap for my mom--the first one I made her was a little tight around the edge. (The one Patti made her fits great, of course. Patti is a goddess of all things knitting.) Mom's hair has fallen out, but she is still feeling fine after two chemo sessions (her third was yesterday, and I haven't talked to her yet). Her oncologist assures her that this will change, but for now she's making the most of the time she's got to work in the garden.

We are finalizing vacation plans for next week (by which I mean that I have ordered the yarn for the projects I plan to work on in the car). We're heading to New Hampshire via DC, where we will stay with Chuck's brother and his family, including the newborn who is the soon-to-be owner of the sweater. This week, they are on a camping trip. With a 6 year old, a 3 week old, and a 4 year old who is learning to walk again after brain surgery this spring. I love my sister in law. She is totally. insane. however. This makes us a good match, since we are taking two adults and two boys in a car on a 17-hour car ride. We're breaking it up into two days, but still. It is quite clear that when it comes to vacations, we are a family that is a few books short of a library.

Remember that hand on my heart thing from a few weeks back? Well, much like Rafael Palmeiro, I never knowingly promised not to work on anything else. For instance, how was I supposed to know that my best friend would finally get around to scheduling her wedding, meaning that I actually have to stitch the wedding sampler I'm making for her? It's totally not my fault, I'm telling you. The gawd-awful afghan is going to have to wait. I feel terrible. Really.


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