So here I am, sitting on my kitchen counter while the fridge guy gropes all of the electronics that supposedly keep my food cold. The weather is too nice for this crap...all it means is that I have to ride my bike to my old house later, instead of taking the car, which was the original plan.
Seriously. Seventy degrees and sunny.
Anyway, next week is World Wide Knit In Public Day (yes...I said "week" and "day" like they are the same), so this week's article is a summary of all of the events in the Chicago area. Tell your friends! Or...you know...just tell one friend, and hopefully they will tell another one:
And in my advanced, proactive fashion, I learned how to schedule email deliveries in Febraury so I have been using my mad skillz to send out the Scarf Pattern of the Month on the first day of the month if I'm working that day. Well, I did it twice. And it worked once. And then yesterday morning, I got a "cannot be delivered" message from Google. So yeah...I was late this month, all because I didn't bother to verify that the email had been sent.
The good news...if you were looking for some...is that this month, I have two patterns written and I am trying to decide which one to use for July. Not a bad problem to have! I may just knit both samples and see which one I like better. The problem, of course, is that if both of them turn out to be badly mangled balls of yarn, I have now lost the month and will also have to go back to the drawing board. But seriously...I'm feeling lucky! One of them (and these are the two that are FULLY written...there is another one on the burner that's partially written) is lacy and mossy, and the other one is lacy and holey but not in a lace-hole way. So we'll see.
In other news, I am watching my life flash before my very eyes. I certainly don't think I am about to die, but I look back at the last few years and think, "What the f$%k just happened?" And it's everything...not one event in particular, but there has been way too much change. I don't know why this sort of thing hits me every few months, but when it does, I just want to cry and run around like a little kid.
Then, I watch the fridge guy struggle with yanking my refrigerator out of its teeny weeny space, and I remember that my problems can be way larger than worrying about what pattern I should knit next. This guy gets paid to...you know...yank my refrigerator out of its teeny weeny space. Through no fault of his own, he is unable to do it. He is unable to do the very job he is here to do. I just tried helping him roll the sucker...of course completely full of both food and ice...onto this plastic sheet. No such luck or skill.
I think I'm going to knit the lacy and mossy one first.