It was early, really early, this morning. I can blame that, can I not? For heading off to work the day of our Change of Command with my backpack, camera and sock. The Serpentine Sock from Sockmania as a matter of fact. This is the S-Bahn trip that takes 1 hour 40. Or provides 95 minutes of knitting time, which ever you prefer.
Me, I wanted to knit. At 0605 there are not all that many people on board and finding a comfortable forward facing seat by myself was not an issue. Settling in, I pulled out the sock (first of the pair, mind you) and unwrapped the needles. There were only four needles. The rest of them are with Sockapalooza. Ok, go around the circle on three with the fourth in work. Right?
Wrong, this is a cable pattern. Simple 2 x 2 cables but still. This is freaking early morning, I had not crashed until shortly before 0200 and this is Tofutsie. It is skinny, it is slippery and it does not want to hold still to do cables. There is not a cable needle. There is no extra needle. Nada, gar nichts, nothing.
Going through my bag for alternatives, I am completely out of luck. Not only is this bag freshly cleaned out of paperclips (straighten them out and they work just fine), yarn needles (duh), and even stapled papers, there is not even a pen! Now a pen can be take apart and carefully used. Not so carefully if you don’t mind having ink stained fingers or yarn, but it works.
The bow on my glasses was too big and my fingernails are too short to hold lose stitches. Canceling the pattern was not an option, after all that was the point of joining the group. Hummph.
I ate my raisin roll and read. All the way to Landstuhl.
Change of Command
It is a military tradition, the formal passing of the colours represented by the unit guidon, when the commander of the unit changes. In the Army, commands are normally two years.
The weather this morning was not particularly friendly, cold and blustery without enough rain to drive the ceremony indoors. As a winged warrior, I was not in formation. It is really hard to look uniform, much less salute when you have your right arm in a sling.
On the field – the 76th Band, the Color Guard from LRMC, and our formation. More strangers on the field than there are military in our unit. We are a rather civilian heavy organization.
Even having the narrator provide on going translation, the whole ceremony was not terribly long, ending with the usual (and this time actual) brief speeches. As it turned out, most of the words seemed to be saved for the CGs Town Hall and the Commander’s Call
Ah yes, the trip home. On the train, armed with my trusty bent paper clip, I completed a few more rounds on the legs before heading down the heel flap. And then I was back to where I started out this morning. I had only four needles. I don’t like doing gussets on four needles, I want five – one for the heel flap, one for the instep and one on each side for the gusset with the last one in work. Complete with a stitch marker to tell me when I have decreased enough as I don’t like spending my life counting stitches. I picked up stitches for the one gusset, then was stuck. Back to my book. I can figure out a substitute for a cable needle, but a replacement for a 2,5 mm needles is not going to happen between Neustadt and Ludwigshafen.