This is not a story about the show- sorry to dissappoint- but it is a real life experience, something that happened just the other day on DH's birthday outing.
It began Tuesday- we both took "half days" of work- I ended at 2, he ended about the same time. The event was DH's birthday. We had decided to take some time off work to visit the apple orchard (not the Emma Krumbees orchard, it was a different one) and Emma Krumbees in Belle Plaine, MN.
It was a bit of a drive, but a much nicer one than the last time we had driven to this orchard. That time took like an hour and a half to get there from Eden Prairie due to all the weekend-only Renaissance Festival traffic. That was crazy. But this time we went on a weekday, after all the kids were done with school- so no field trip kids to steal all our apples.
We drove to the Apple Orchard of my childhood memories, the first one I had visited and remembered, from my first grade field trip. I have visited this apple orchard many times, and always had a positive experience and a great time. I am sure you can sense that my memories are going to take a detour-
DH and I waited with a large group of people to board the apple wagon to visit the trees of our chosen apple varieties. There was a small sign with a holder for the "apple picking info" papers. We grabbed the instruction sheet, and eventually boarded the wagon.
The wagon was driven by a hispanic young man, with presumably his spanish name tatooed across the back of his neck (very modern Romeo and Juliet movie- the one with Claire Danes, and that Leonardo DiCaprio guy). Others aboard the wagon proceeded to ask him questions, none of which he responded to. The wagon bumped along, through the orchard, to arrive at our first stop. Honey gold apples. We wanted some of these, so we departed from the wagon and proceeded to search high and low for these apples. Nearly all the trees were picked over, and only the apples that were rotten or at the tops of the trees remained. So, I ventured over to where I could see more apples, and began picking them with DH. We picked about a half bag full, to save room in our bag, and because there were no more nice apples that we could find, for the 3rd and last stop apples, Cortland. We looked around, and wondered while wandering. Let's go find those apples, I thought. So we walked some more, and soon thought, there must be an easier way to find them in this great big orchard.
So I said, hey Dh, is there a phone number on our apple picking paper? He checked, and there was, so I dialed the number into my silver Razr cell phone from the Raspberry Road and Lone Oak Road crossing signs in the orchard. I proceeded to tell the woman on the phone our coordinates, so she could give us better directions. I heard her say, "YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DRIVING BACK THERE!!!" And I replied, "We are not driving, we're walking. We picked some Honeygold apples, and the driver left us." "He LEFT YOU-He WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WAIT FOR THE WAGON TO TAKE YOU IN THE ORCHARD! I CAN TAKE CARE OF THAT! And our call was done.
So now, we are getting yelled at for trying to speed up our s-l-o-w visit to the orchard, as the sun is starting to drop. We waited for what seemed like 30-45 min, and a smoking man in a minivan with an out of state license plate drove by us twice. Then, a group of horseback riders came by. We continued to wait, DH more patient than I. I knew we weren't lost, I had been to this big orchard before quite a few times.
We waited. Eventually the wagon came by, this time with a second wagon connected. By pointing the driver instructed us to get into the empty back section. It felt like we were in time out- for having wandered in the orchard. Our empty wagon bumped and shook along with every dip in the road, as it had only us two to weigh it down. We picked up the other batch of people who had been in the first wagon with us. The wagon continued to bump and shake along. We waited through the second stop, onto the third. The wagon passed by through the rest of the orchard, and took us all the way back to the start, without stopping at the Cortland apples. What a day. Time out, and skipping the third stop. There were only 3 total stops, you'd think it wasn't too hard to remember them.
Back at the main building, we wandered, wondering where to pay for our apples. We waited in line behind a guy who had purchased a brat at the cafe there- and had not received a bun. The other cashier was surprised as well that he didn't get a bun, and quickly remedied the situation. The cashier also offered to charge us for a full bag of apples and included a 5lb bag of the Cortland pre-picked apples. It was not our best time at the orchard- but at least he fixed the problem. It seemed like this guy's job was to do the clean up work for all the other employees who were not quite meeting the expectations. It was frustrating, but a little funny. What a day.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
The Technorati
Warning! Warning! This is a DH posting! Which means, sadly, that there will likely be a lot less knitting content than your typical Corgimom post. And by that I mean zero. Unless you count the fact that I just used the word knitting. But I don't.
Anyway, the time has come for my DW (does it work that way?) to enter the next phase of technological assimilation: the PDA. We have determined that her schedule for her job is simply too crazy to handle without the assistance of electronic devices. However, she is unwilling to give up her Razr phone, so we are bypassing the Treos and the Crackberries and going for a straight-up PDA (which are getting harder and harder to find, I might add).
She's been able to play with a few - mainly a Palm Tungsten in an Office Max and an iPaq that my coworker has. So far I think she's favoring the latter, as the Windows Mobile versions have a better visual display for the day view in the calendar - it blocks it out with squares and colors, whereas the Palm OS version just gives you dots and times. However, she thought it would be wise to solicit opinions from the collective experience of the masses, and thus here we are. At this point, our two main choices would be between the Palm TX and the iPaq R1955, as they both have Wi-Fi capability, but we're open to new suggestions.
That's it for me. Back to your regularly scheduled Corgi Knitting.
- DH
Anyway, the time has come for my DW (does it work that way?) to enter the next phase of technological assimilation: the PDA. We have determined that her schedule for her job is simply too crazy to handle without the assistance of electronic devices. However, she is unwilling to give up her Razr phone, so we are bypassing the Treos and the Crackberries and going for a straight-up PDA (which are getting harder and harder to find, I might add).
She's been able to play with a few - mainly a Palm Tungsten in an Office Max and an iPaq that my coworker has. So far I think she's favoring the latter, as the Windows Mobile versions have a better visual display for the day view in the calendar - it blocks it out with squares and colors, whereas the Palm OS version just gives you dots and times. However, she thought it would be wise to solicit opinions from the collective experience of the masses, and thus here we are. At this point, our two main choices would be between the Palm TX and the iPaq R1955, as they both have Wi-Fi capability, but we're open to new suggestions.
That's it for me. Back to your regularly scheduled Corgi Knitting.
- DH
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
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Dh's birthday was yesterday- sorry for those of you who did not get to
eat the buttercream frosting and Funfetti guitar cake. It was/is quite
good though. I made this for him, and decorated it. You can tell when
Buster barked while I was decorating because it made me mess up on the
tops of the guitar strings.
eat the buttercream frosting and Funfetti guitar cake. It was/is quite
good though. I made this for him, and decorated it. You can tell when
Buster barked while I was decorating because it made me mess up on the
tops of the guitar strings.
Guess who saw Dr. Phil and Robin!
I did. Dh and I stayed at a hotel nearby the Northwestern Bookstore in Maple Grove, and woke up really early to go there. We were the 5th and 6th people in line, and got there about 7:15 on a Saturday morning.
We waited till the line grew, and the store opened at 9:30am while knitting on DH's sock and eating Krispy Kremes and Starbucks. MMM. I wore the same sweater I wore to meet the Harlot since it was toasty warm.
We got into the store and Dr. Phil introduced his wife Robin and her book, while threatening to go through the audience/crowd and "check us out" jokingly. It came to be my turn to meet Robin and get my copy of her book autographed, and my camera was swept from Dh's hand and given to a book signing staff person for them to take a pic. I was whisked along with DH, to keep the line moving, and told Robin how Dh and I had stayed in a hotel to be nearby. She reached out her hand and held mine while saying "isn't that sweet." I held hands with Robin McGraw!
Then we noticed that the camera girl had taken a pic of the person in line after me/us. She hadn't even taken my picture with Robin! How unfair. So we chatted and we begged, and the girl took a different picture. This one had Dr. Phil smiling, while Robin and her best friend at the signing table were looking down. I felt like my face had a "Don't you know how to take pictures?" look on it directed at the "photographer."
We went next door to Best Buy while I thought about whether that was an acceptable picture of not. Then I decided it wasn't, and we trotted back to the store, and had to discuss and nearly beg for another picture. It worked, and I got a better picture with Robin and myself smiling a real smile.
I took a little camera video too, and will have it up on the blog later this week.
We waited till the line grew, and the store opened at 9:30am while knitting on DH's sock and eating Krispy Kremes and Starbucks. MMM. I wore the same sweater I wore to meet the Harlot since it was toasty warm.
We got into the store and Dr. Phil introduced his wife Robin and her book, while threatening to go through the audience/crowd and "check us out" jokingly. It came to be my turn to meet Robin and get my copy of her book autographed, and my camera was swept from Dh's hand and given to a book signing staff person for them to take a pic. I was whisked along with DH, to keep the line moving, and told Robin how Dh and I had stayed in a hotel to be nearby. She reached out her hand and held mine while saying "isn't that sweet." I held hands with Robin McGraw!
Then we noticed that the camera girl had taken a pic of the person in line after me/us. She hadn't even taken my picture with Robin! How unfair. So we chatted and we begged, and the girl took a different picture. This one had Dr. Phil smiling, while Robin and her best friend at the signing table were looking down. I felt like my face had a "Don't you know how to take pictures?" look on it directed at the "photographer."
We went next door to Best Buy while I thought about whether that was an acceptable picture of not. Then I decided it wasn't, and we trotted back to the store, and had to discuss and nearly beg for another picture. It worked, and I got a better picture with Robin and myself smiling a real smile.
I took a little camera video too, and will have it up on the blog later this week.
The very scary bookshelf
To be read with all the lights on and loved ones nearby. So, it was a cool, fall Sunday afternoon, and DH and I were getting some thing accomplished for my Art Room. I was just about to start painting the second, or the third coat of paint on this giant bookshelf. Perhaps I should have measured it to share the full effect, but that is too tedious, so I will try to create an image for you. Think about the width of an Scion Xb, and the height of my chest, when the bookshelf is propped up on sideways lying fenceposts (leftovers from Project Corgi Containment). I was preparing my area, a dimly light downstairs with minimal natural light at the time.
I thought, hey, this just needs to move over a little, so the one lightbulb could shine into the deep recesses of its cubbyholes (it was a bookshelf with 2 levels of shelves, and 2 levels of cubbys). And, then I was yelling. I think. Dh asked if it had landed on my foot. I said no, but really it had. It wasn't as if the whole shelf were sitting atop my foot. Then suddenly I felt warm and flushed, and as if I was about to throw up. I told him I was feeling sick, as I felt a crazy head rush. I told my psychologically trained self, don't faint, breather slowly from the gut, concentrate, focus, breathe. Then I remember being in a seated position with minimal hearing, and I felt my eyes were fully open but in a very blurry squinty way. I was drinking a bottle of water, very slowly, and in a daze while Dh nonchalantly painted another shelf.
I felt like my toe had been removed from my foot, when in actuality I had scraped the top layer of skin off the big toe, and it hurt a lot. Dh asked, didn't you remember saying 'I need to get up off the floor?" And I said, good thing I didn't pass out because I felt really sick. He told me he had caught me from falling, but knew I wasn't going to die, so he kept on painting. It was a very scary painting time with a very scary bookshelf. A bookshelf that still needs another coat or two of paint.
I thought, hey, this just needs to move over a little, so the one lightbulb could shine into the deep recesses of its cubbyholes (it was a bookshelf with 2 levels of shelves, and 2 levels of cubbys). And, then I was yelling. I think. Dh asked if it had landed on my foot. I said no, but really it had. It wasn't as if the whole shelf were sitting atop my foot. Then suddenly I felt warm and flushed, and as if I was about to throw up. I told him I was feeling sick, as I felt a crazy head rush. I told my psychologically trained self, don't faint, breather slowly from the gut, concentrate, focus, breathe. Then I remember being in a seated position with minimal hearing, and I felt my eyes were fully open but in a very blurry squinty way. I was drinking a bottle of water, very slowly, and in a daze while Dh nonchalantly painted another shelf.
I felt like my toe had been removed from my foot, when in actuality I had scraped the top layer of skin off the big toe, and it hurt a lot. Dh asked, didn't you remember saying 'I need to get up off the floor?" And I said, good thing I didn't pass out because I felt really sick. He told me he had caught me from falling, but knew I wasn't going to die, so he kept on painting. It was a very scary painting time with a very scary bookshelf. A bookshelf that still needs another coat or two of paint.
Monday, September 18, 2006
anything but work, please!
I did a bunch of paperwork on Saturday so that I would have less for today. It took F-o-r-e-v-e-r. Ordinarily I would do it Monday morning, and try to get it all done before my first client of the day appt., but I wanted to complete it. I did finish it all then, but now, I still have some more other paperwork to do, before tomorrow morning.
I want to do anything but that. You will notice my procrastination skills in the form of adding many, many more blogs to my "blogs I read" list on the right sidebar of my blog. It was time. I was lying and fooling many of you into thinking I read a small handful of blogs on a regular basis. Well now my secret is into the light, and out of the dark. There are a lot of blogs I "tend" to.
Today- I worked and went to 2 Yarn shops. All About Yarn in Coon Rapids, and Borealis Yarns in St. Paul. At the first I was amazed by the prettiness of the store, the variety of examples that were knit up, and the selection. I only had about 10 minutes to spend there, but still did not make it out empty-handed. I purchased "Sherbet Socks" a Shelly Kang original sock pattern using Cascade Fixation yarn. I was so happy to see this pattern- as I have been stumped by what to do with the Fixation yarn I bought last winter for a pair of lace-ish socks for my best friend, Elzbieta. Wow- how did I go through the world so long without knowing about this pattern?!? And to think it was written by one of my blogging friends!
Later on in the day, I deliberated about visiting Borealis. Then, decided to take the leap, and was pleased to encounter harldly any rush-hour traffic, and 2 successful purchases. I was desperate for another size 6 circ needle- it seems like everything I am knitting aside from socks needs a size 6, and I bought some size 3 dpn's to use with my fixation yarn and my new sock pattern.
I was busy swatching again for my noro-gloria-whatever it will be- sweater with the 6's. The gauge is looking good, tighter and better.
I really should go do my work now- I am stalling while our Windows PC boots up, while using our Mac. It has been booted up for a few minutes now. Oops.
If I get time I will tell you about my very scary bookshelf story- that gives me a bad taste in my mouth just thinking about it- Shivers...
I want to do anything but that. You will notice my procrastination skills in the form of adding many, many more blogs to my "blogs I read" list on the right sidebar of my blog. It was time. I was lying and fooling many of you into thinking I read a small handful of blogs on a regular basis. Well now my secret is into the light, and out of the dark. There are a lot of blogs I "tend" to.
Today- I worked and went to 2 Yarn shops. All About Yarn in Coon Rapids, and Borealis Yarns in St. Paul. At the first I was amazed by the prettiness of the store, the variety of examples that were knit up, and the selection. I only had about 10 minutes to spend there, but still did not make it out empty-handed. I purchased "Sherbet Socks" a Shelly Kang original sock pattern using Cascade Fixation yarn. I was so happy to see this pattern- as I have been stumped by what to do with the Fixation yarn I bought last winter for a pair of lace-ish socks for my best friend, Elzbieta. Wow- how did I go through the world so long without knowing about this pattern?!? And to think it was written by one of my blogging friends!
Later on in the day, I deliberated about visiting Borealis. Then, decided to take the leap, and was pleased to encounter harldly any rush-hour traffic, and 2 successful purchases. I was desperate for another size 6 circ needle- it seems like everything I am knitting aside from socks needs a size 6, and I bought some size 3 dpn's to use with my fixation yarn and my new sock pattern.
I was busy swatching again for my noro-gloria-whatever it will be- sweater with the 6's. The gauge is looking good, tighter and better.
I really should go do my work now- I am stalling while our Windows PC boots up, while using our Mac. It has been booted up for a few minutes now. Oops.
If I get time I will tell you about my very scary bookshelf story- that gives me a bad taste in my mouth just thinking about it- Shivers...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
about the yarn harlot escapade...
Wow- everyone else has a well-developed narrative about the yarn harlot, but I. I just had a lot of pics. Perhaps I should offer my perspective as well, it is only fair as I am a blogger.
So on a cold, dreary fall day we gathered into Roxanne's Magic van. It is magic because she is a magical driver who can drive through darkness while all throughout her van the dome lights were on, to accomodate us insatiable knitters. We, who knit from our respective places in MN, all the way to Eau Claire, and then back again in the night.
The funny thing is that Shelly was trying to find her booklight to knit with by the light of her Sidekick, in the depths of her knitting bag. She found it just before Roxanne, our magic driver, proclaimed her permission granting us the use of all the van lights. Hooray for all day all night knitting. It was like an SnB that was a day long, with a comedy club about knitting show wrapped all into one, plus, a knitting celebrity- Stephanie Pearl McPhee- signing autographs.
The other funny thing was this- The Yarn Harlot asked "didn't I put a comment on your blog recently, I remember one on a blog of a person with two corgis." Not wanting to embarrass myself by not noticing the Yarn Harlot (though how could I miss a comment from her?!?) thinking she had commented on my blog (which would be big-time for any knitblogger) I did what I do when (a) either I don't understand someone, (b) am in a different country with a different language than my country of origin, (c) both. I smiled and nodded. I don't remember expressing any sincere gratitude from her assumption that she graced my blog with her comment, but I remember smiling and nodding.
Being the obsessive researcher that I am I had to google this elusive comment. This is what I found... I did not receive a comment from the Yarn Harlot. Alas, maybe some other day.
If you would like to read further on regarding the Eau Claire trip, please visit Tipper, Shelly, Stephania, Kelle, or Roxanne (who is blogless).
So on a cold, dreary fall day we gathered into Roxanne's Magic van. It is magic because she is a magical driver who can drive through darkness while all throughout her van the dome lights were on, to accomodate us insatiable knitters. We, who knit from our respective places in MN, all the way to Eau Claire, and then back again in the night.
The funny thing is that Shelly was trying to find her booklight to knit with by the light of her Sidekick, in the depths of her knitting bag. She found it just before Roxanne, our magic driver, proclaimed her permission granting us the use of all the van lights. Hooray for all day all night knitting. It was like an SnB that was a day long, with a comedy club about knitting show wrapped all into one, plus, a knitting celebrity- Stephanie Pearl McPhee- signing autographs.
The other funny thing was this- The Yarn Harlot asked "didn't I put a comment on your blog recently, I remember one on a blog of a person with two corgis." Not wanting to embarrass myself by not noticing the Yarn Harlot (though how could I miss a comment from her?!?) thinking she had commented on my blog (which would be big-time for any knitblogger) I did what I do when (a) either I don't understand someone, (b) am in a different country with a different language than my country of origin, (c) both. I smiled and nodded. I don't remember expressing any sincere gratitude from her assumption that she graced my blog with her comment, but I remember smiling and nodding.
Being the obsessive researcher that I am I had to google this elusive comment. This is what I found... I did not receive a comment from the Yarn Harlot. Alas, maybe some other day.
If you would like to read further on regarding the Eau Claire trip, please visit Tipper, Shelly, Stephania, Kelle, or Roxanne (who is blogless).
Sunday, September 10, 2006
the pattern
I call these style of bags "dauchschund" bags- "cause they are long,
like doxie's. I suppose when I knit one, it will have to called a corgi
bag- 'cause they are long too, and they are my hired hands. I outsource
to the 'dogs.
like doxie's. I suppose when I knit one, it will have to called a corgi
bag- 'cause they are long too, and they are my hired hands. I outsource
to the 'dogs.
can you hear the frog pond?
My knitting is too wholey- time to rip it out, and start over, this
time using my new Dutch Treat knitting needles in a 6, not a 7.
time using my new Dutch Treat knitting needles in a 6, not a 7.
The ghost of Stephanie Pearl-McPhee
The harlot is also a goblin? My camera didn't take the best pic while
in the Masonic Center.
in the Masonic Center.
a little story
The first time I was at the store, there was another lady doing her
birthday shopping. I saw this felted bag on display and wanted to get
the pattern. I inquired as to where I could find it in the store. There
was only one copy, and it was in the hand of the birthday lady. The
Birthday lady was very generous, and offered it to me, since I was from
"out of town" and it could be my souvenir. She offered to just stop by
the store later, when more copies were re-ordered. I couldn't bear to
have the birthday lady give up her copy of the pattern, so I told her
to take it instead. Tonight I bought the pattern for the purse- I just
waited a little while- since June- and now it is mine.
birthday shopping. I saw this felted bag on display and wanted to get
the pattern. I inquired as to where I could find it in the store. There
was only one copy, and it was in the hand of the birthday lady. The
Birthday lady was very generous, and offered it to me, since I was from
"out of town" and it could be my souvenir. She offered to just stop by
the store later, when more copies were re-ordered. I couldn't bear to
have the birthday lady give up her copy of the pattern, so I told her
to take it instead. Tonight I bought the pattern for the purse- I just
waited a little while- since June- and now it is mine.
habu
On June 3rd, I was at Yellow Dog Knits, and was sad that I had
forgotten my digital camera. I told the store owner that I had
forgotten it, and she said (while extending her digital camera
embellished with a "you'll never lose me-tassel") "here, use mine, and
I will e-mail the pictures to you." Wow! Sweet I thought, and she kept
her end of the bargain and e-mailed the pics to me. When I received
them via e-mail I was very excited- but technologically challenged. I
did not know what to do to get them on my blog. Enter DH- he tutored me
through the whole save as a download to IPhoto, up to this point, where
I knew what to do. So here they are- very delayed, but present
nonetheless pics of Eau Claire's crowning jewel, "Yellow Dog Knitting.
"
forgotten my digital camera. I told the store owner that I had
forgotten it, and she said (while extending her digital camera
embellished with a "you'll never lose me-tassel") "here, use mine, and
I will e-mail the pictures to you." Wow! Sweet I thought, and she kept
her end of the bargain and e-mailed the pics to me. When I received
them via e-mail I was very excited- but technologically challenged. I
did not know what to do to get them on my blog. Enter DH- he tutored me
through the whole save as a download to IPhoto, up to this point, where
I knew what to do. So here they are- very delayed, but present
nonetheless pics of Eau Claire's crowning jewel, "Yellow Dog Knitting.
"
Sunday, September 03, 2006
the harlot is coming!
Next Sunday afternoon I will be on a mini-roadtrip with many knitting friends, and hopefully soon-to-be knitting friends, to see the Yarn Harlot, Stephanie Pearl McPhee, a Canadian resident. She will be taking the small town of Eau Claire by storm, dragging several Twin Citiesans to see her, along with several suburbanites as well.
How should I prepare? Should I make her a card? Take a pic of her with my/ DH's sock, like she photographs her knitted socks in action?
I shall have to ponder that a bit.
Last night I was a Mojito Mistress again. Instead of doing the same thing over and over, squeezing the limes, blending the drink etc. I went ahead and made a triple batch. It was just right. It also gave me more time to enjoy delicious homeade salsa, soft tacos, and hand-rubben pork meat. MMM...This was all at the home of another blogger- the Estacion Liceu blogger. Coincidentally she is the childhood friend of DH- how cool that we could have such a great time hanging out together.
I have been domestic at times this week. Craziness. The night we got back from D.C. our luggage and the rest of the plane's worth of people were luggage-less. It was a good hour and a half late-as it had boarded the wrong plane. Not to mention the D.C. Northwest check-in printer was down- and it took twice as long to check in for the flight. Plus, the check-in lady got all crabby with me because she didn't know I had luggage to check.
Then, we picked the short-looking line for the security line, and had to stand in some bomb-detecting enclosure that strategically sprayed an air-like substance at all parts of one's body while standing still, barefooted, and smelling the body odors of all the previous travelers. What an experience.
I did a little knitting while I was there- but realized Wednesday night after SNB that the back of my cardigan was too small. Before it was way too big, then too small, and I have begun trying to knit it just right. I think I got it figured out. I think Shelly was being tactful when she asked me what I was knitting- no- my back is not the size of a 4T. Does anyone remember that size?
How should I prepare? Should I make her a card? Take a pic of her with my/ DH's sock, like she photographs her knitted socks in action?
I shall have to ponder that a bit.
Last night I was a Mojito Mistress again. Instead of doing the same thing over and over, squeezing the limes, blending the drink etc. I went ahead and made a triple batch. It was just right. It also gave me more time to enjoy delicious homeade salsa, soft tacos, and hand-rubben pork meat. MMM...This was all at the home of another blogger- the Estacion Liceu blogger. Coincidentally she is the childhood friend of DH- how cool that we could have such a great time hanging out together.
I have been domestic at times this week. Craziness. The night we got back from D.C. our luggage and the rest of the plane's worth of people were luggage-less. It was a good hour and a half late-as it had boarded the wrong plane. Not to mention the D.C. Northwest check-in printer was down- and it took twice as long to check in for the flight. Plus, the check-in lady got all crabby with me because she didn't know I had luggage to check.
Then, we picked the short-looking line for the security line, and had to stand in some bomb-detecting enclosure that strategically sprayed an air-like substance at all parts of one's body while standing still, barefooted, and smelling the body odors of all the previous travelers. What an experience.
I did a little knitting while I was there- but realized Wednesday night after SNB that the back of my cardigan was too small. Before it was way too big, then too small, and I have begun trying to knit it just right. I think I got it figured out. I think Shelly was being tactful when she asked me what I was knitting- no- my back is not the size of a 4T. Does anyone remember that size?
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