That wonderful Harlot of ours, because, because, because, because, because... Because of the wonderful knits ~ and books ~ and blog posts she does! I went to the website of the bookstore which is hosting her. They were bragging discreetly about their meeting space that holds 80 people, and the adjoining space that holds another 80 people. Such innocence!
They are handing out wristbands. I sure hope I get in to see her! Maybe if I take my cane? My right knee [where I broke my leg line dancing a couple of years ago] has been a little tender from the recent storms and the humidity. Limping slightly would not be much of a stretch, except that this morning my knee feels just fine.
I read a little in la Starmore at lunch yesterday and kept dozing off. Not the fault of the book or the author; I am apparently in when I sits, I falls asleep mode. Just before bedtime, I did manage to stay vertical long enough to print off the pattern for Veronik Avery’s Lace Ribbon Scarf from the Spring 2008 issue of Knitty. I queued it last May and had forgotten how much I liked it until my friend Ruth posted pictures of hers.
Lovely, no?
I had anxiety dreams last night. Nothing awful; just the sort that I have when I am anticipating something that may or may not come off. Falling asleep at my desk at work and waking to find the office dark and the alarm armed. Driving, only to have the idiot lights come on and my car morph suddenly into a bicycle. That kind of thing. No yelling, no screaming, no childbirth words, just one stumbling block after another. And I woke a little over an hour ahead of my alarm, quite relieved not to be at my desk or atop a bike.
One of my attorneys told me about a terrific alterations shop between Benno’s Buttons and the next place on my list. If I don’t find the perfect buttons for the Sunrise Circle Jacket at Benno’s, I’ll probably find them on the wall of buttons at the alterations shop.
“Wall of buttons” does for me what “wall of Koigu” does for some of the rest of you.
Today’s agenda? Drive to work, for the third day this week. Work productively until the receptionist comes back from lunch at 12:30. Go to Benno’s and then the alterations place [just to check it out]. From there, go to the temple; one of the sisters in my ward is going for the first time today, and I want to support her. Head a few miles north to the bookstore, where I hope to find one of the Harlot’s earlier books, because I already have a copy of the one for this tour. Drive home, happily exhausted, with The Eagles blasting in my CD player.
Do I know how to live, or what?
I hear that new scarf calling my name. Before I answer, I need to gather up my bags and fix my lunch. Yes, I charged the batteries in my camera. Yes, I remembered to put them back. Yes, the camera is in my red bag. Will I remember to take it out at the bookstore tonight? Your guess is as good as mine.
[The only thing that could possibly make this day any better, would be to meet Brother Right while standing in line to have my book signed, and find out that he is the high priests’ group leader in his ward, and a lace knitter, and that his stash is twice the size of my own.]
About Me
- Lynn
- Eleven years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.
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Just make sure that he can change your oil too. I think I have my husband convinced that I really do want to move back to FL when the youngest flies the coop and then who will maintain your car?
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