Dobeedobeedoo

I'm taking a break from laundry to bring you a blog entry!  In actuality, the previous dry load is all folded and put away, the wet load is in the dryer, and the new load is in the washer, so there's nothing laundry-wise to do for at least half an hour, but as very few people read this, actuality is of very little consequence.

Silas is napping - I'm trying to get him to take his morning nap earlier and earlier so that he won't sleep through lunch time at daycare.  At daycare they eat lunch at 11:30.  At home we eat lunch at 1:00.  This is causing some conflict.  Theoretically this should mean that I get Silas up earlier in the morning, but if I'm working a 2-11 shift, I can't wake up before 8 or I sleep through the drive home - and I'm the driver.  It's very distressing.

I'm hard at work at swap stuff (not really, I'm blogging).  Can't find my E-6000 glue . . .

Can someone explain to me how a darning needle can just up and walk away?  Maybe it's having lunch with my glue (at the daycare, where they keep the meal schedules of the elderly . . . )

Anyway, I meant to tell a bit more about my knitting field trip to Rose Tree.  Where to begin?  "It's a clear night in Ancient Greece . . ."

This winter I joined the library's winter reading program, and at one of the activities I was suddenly inspired to see if I could rustle up any knitters in the bunch.  So, while I was discoursing on a novel I had read, I managed to drop the term "yarn swap."  Sure enough, someone took the bait.  As we were leaving, a woman, Mikki, approached me and asked if I were a knitter.  Hallelujah!  I gave her my phone number and my Ravelry ID, and we exchanged a couple of messages on Rav, but for a while just went on our merry way.

A couple of months ago, I was out walking the baby (as you do), and as I was leaving the local crafters' boutique, I was utterly surprised by a building.

Now, buildings don't suddenly appear out of nowhere.  Especially buildings that are sandwiched neatly between the Daily Herald and the H&R Block.  I stood there staring at it for a long time, utterly unable to remember what had been there before, and wondering if perhaps it had always been a coffeehouse, and I was like unto the muggles, whose eyes always slide from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other, and never seem to notice the Leaky Cauldron.  My next thought was magical traveling music shop.  Of course it's always been there, but was it always there yesterday?  I swallowed my social anxiety, went inside, ordered an iced chai, and asked.  It turns out that Greene Bean Coffee, while a pillar of the community as a local business at the Farmer's Market and online, only set up shop two weeks prior to my stumbling across it.  So I'm not crazy, a muggle, or Corporal Nobbs, I'm just not getting out of the house enough.

The first thing I did when I got home was to  . . .  well, eat my Chinese takeaway meal.  THEN I did a brave thing (as far as my shyness rates it), and sent a message to Mikki, because in my mind, coffee shop = knitting group meeting place!  We met, we knitted, we chatted, we learned that certain patterns don't work well for knitting and talking at the same time, and it was all just delicious (coffee included).

Long story short (too late!), she knew other knitters, we met other times, and when I saw on FB that the RTFS was having a Click-Along, I sent out word of a potential field trip, we went, fun times were had by all, hats were knitted for a good cause, and Mikki generously gave forth from her stash some yarn that she was no longer using, and thus now I have Noro and beads and my eye on the Shipwreck Shawl, as soon as this swapping business is done.

Back to the laundry!