Longer than I planned.

Today is (was) Wednesday. I had an 0900 appointment at the SFVA. Since traffic going into San Francisco totally and completely sucks, I drive in early. You have already read my rant back a few months about the change in the Bay Bridge metering lights. Today was no exception. It took me longer to get from the maze through the lights than it took to get to from home to the Emeryville turn at the start of the maze or  to get across, through the SF freeway \onto Octavia and heading down Lincoln toward the Pacific Ocean.

I would have finished a shawl early this morning while waiting in the parking garage had I not dropped the yarn resulting in a mess which looked completely cat tangled and took almost two hours to unravel. Hint – yarn loosely wound into a cake can do a sudden dive into total chaos in less than a second.  End result was that I made my appointment on time, but my lab results were late getting back which put me on a delay resulting in not starting till afternoon.  The last couple of cycles, I was out of there prior to 1300…

This gave me enough time to straighten out the yarn, finish the shawl (which all the nurses there just loved the colors) and knit more rows on the 10-stitch blanket.  I didn’t finish at the Infusion Center till 1600 which dropped me in the worst of traffic. It took more than an hour to get from the VA to the East Bay side of the Bridge.  Traffic is now worse, I think, than prior to the pandemic with more people driving. I am one of them; I used to use BART, the shuttle, the bus & BART to make the round trip. It used to be more time consuming, I now think it might just take less time…

I was completely wiped by the time I got to the Ashby exit – but the West Berkeley Bowl is there…. and they had cherries….. I needed the treat.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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