I Should Have Grabbed More Yarn

When I tore out of the house yesterday morning, I left with my knitting attached to a ball of yarn about the size of a clementine. I figured that it would be just enough to get me to work, through my lunch hour and breaks, and home again. So I didn’t stop to wind another ball, because I didn’t want to miss the train and have to drive in.

I didn’t count on somebody getting his/her van stuck on the tracks, where it lost an argument with a westbound train. We were an hour late getting into the station in Dallas. Plenty of time for me to knit. I was pleased to catch snippets of all the civil conversations going on around me. There were three of us from my office stuck on the train, in different cars.

I will give you a detailed review of the restaurant where I dined last night, later this weekend. It was amazing, delicious, and of course the company was excellent. Can’t wait to share my impressions with Trainman on the ride home tonight. [He said I would like it.]

Can’t wait to see Willow at dinner tomorrow night. She is flying in to spend the weekend and celebrate her birthday [last Saturday] with the in-laws, outlaws, steps and exes. My task for tonight is to sort through all the boxes in the closet in my studio and see if I can find one of those three pairs of Serpentine mitts I knitted earlier this year. [I’m still a little miffed that she did not acknowledge my gift to her last year, even after I emailed to ask if she had gotten it. Logic says to just smile and give her a card and a hug; grandma genes say to give her at least a little something, even if it was not made specifically for her while thinking about what a neat human being she is, as I did for her sister. Who thanked me and hugged me.]

I’ll let you know which part of me wins out. Jeans, where are my jeans, and a pair of socks without too much nylon in them? I need to leave in less than ten minutes!