Friday, March 2, 2012


Thank goodness it's Friday!  It has been a crazy week...full of busy.  Monday-- started at my new job plus the first day that my son was back in his school's aftercare program.  So the whole afternoon from 2:30 until 5 p.m, here is what was running through my head:  I hope my son is behaving, I hope my son is behaving.  He is well-behaved almost all the time, but he is a 5 and 1/2 year old boy.  Tuesday--repeat of Monday.  Wednesday--repeat of the previous 2 days with the exception of a car problem thrown into the mix.  I got into my car to drive across the street to grab some lunch during my lunch break, and my check engine light came on in my car.  I was like, WTF.  So on the way home, after I picked up my son, I drove out to the car dealership, which is 25 minutes away from my house.  I was able to get a rental car, and got my car back the next day, problem fixed thank goodness.  Thursday-rinse and repeat.  On Thursday night (last night) I finally had a chance to get to the gym, which felt really good after not having been there since Sunday. 

I haven't had a chance to knit much this week, except for a few rows on a mindless sock that I carry with me for occasions such as sitting in the waiting room at the car dealer.  The sock is just a mindless plain old vanilla sock, knit using KFI Indulgence, a 75% merino/25% nylon sock yarn that I purchased last year from an LYS near me, Fine Points in Cleveland, Ohio.  At first, I didn't like this yarn; it seemed way too splitty.  But after working with it for a while, I'm sold.  It is making a pretty nice sock, with good stitch definition and a self-striping pattern that I'm actually enjoying.  I would get this yarn again.

On Monday, in a town called Chardon, Ohio, about 25 minutes from my house, there was a school shooting that took the lives of 3 students at the high school.  I have some friends who used to live in that town, and when I was younger, I spent a lot of time there.  It is a quiet place, a town that is known for its maple syrup and record-setting snowfalls every winter.  It's the last place that I ever thought would have a terrible tragedy like this happen.  When I got home from work on Monday, I gave my son a bunch of extra hugs, because things like this have a way of reminding us to treasure the time we have with our loved ones, because tomorrow is never guaranteed.

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