A martini glass full of mini-Cadbury Creme Eggs. How’s that for a charming hostess gift?
Let’s see, also in attendance were Cindy and No-Blog Rachel and Jeni and Breanna and Maia and Celia. I think that’s all, but I could EASILY be forgetting someone, because you know how I am. And I have to say, isn’t it fun to dish knit-gossip? There was a time in all of our lives when we didn’t even know such a thing existed, wasn’t there?
Me and my feral-friend Janine. I swear, I’ve appropriated her for my spinning/knitting/life mentor, and never really asked her if it was okay. Hey, Janine? Is that okay?
Oh my god, I’m sitting on my chair in my yarn room, looking out into the front yard, and I just realized my in-laws are coming in to town today and I HAVE TO MOW THE LAWN. I bought a lawn mower on Craigslist that took about 200 pulls (not exaggerating) to start it the only time I used it (but it was worth the $20), so I’m not really excited about that chore.
Either that or I could tell them we’re experimenting with a low-water form of urban veldt. Veldt pioneers. I like that better than figuring out that lawn mower again. Lala says she knows how to mess with the choke (which is broken) to get it to turn over, but she’s not here, is she? No, she’s selfishly gone off to work, leaving me to sit with little dogs, looking out the windows.
I got off topic. Knitterly. Okay, then, yesterday, I stole Janine again (because I do that) and we traipsed off to the city, blithely crossing the Bay Bridge (which she was impressed with, which validated ME, because I am FINALLY pretty comfortable with driving in the City, ten long nervous years later), picking up Lala, and going for burritos at the best place in town, Tacqueria Cancun.
And if we accidentally went looking for (and found) yarn to buy, well, that happens on accident sometimes. You know?
And last night was my last sock knitting class! I came to really adore my students, and I’ll miss them. That’s not something I thought would happen. I was flattered into doing it, but I wasn’t sure I would enjoy it. It was just something to push me, to expand my knitting horizons. (Honestly, I was worried they’d think I was a fraud. It wasn’t until I realized that yes, I do have thirty years knitting experience, and I guess I kinda DO know what I’m doing and how to fix mistakes, even though I’m more casual about mistakes than many (and a teacher shouldn’t be casual about mistakes OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THEY’LL SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME), that I finally relaxed enough to really enjoy being there.) And the students were AWESOME.
So. I’ll be teaching again. I guess I’m hooked.
Today, I’m just hanging out. Must go for a run, maybe a four or five miler. Then I’m only left with one short run before my Saturday 100-miles-done run! And I should cut the grass, but yawn. I should really watch The Amazing Race and 24. Oh, yeah. And I should eat more mini-Cadbury eggs. For sure.
And for fun, my dashboard bobble-head:
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