Packing up

The day before I go anywhere it seems like everything falls apart. At work there are meetings, crabby people, and emergency deadlines. I suddenly remember a number of items that really do have to be completed prior to going out the door.  I won’t bother to mention the email box that keeps filling up as fast as I emptied it out. Since I will be gone over a week, this is not a small consideration.

And we will not discuss the idiots on the road. Passing streams of lumbering trucks grinding their way up Grünstadt Hill there is always someone who does not believe in speed cameras until after they go flashing past and get blitzed. This is followed by the sudden slamming of breaks and accident near misses. Did I mention this is also a construction zone? And that the fog was so dense this morning than 60 km was pushing it?

No crash, so I suppose that the fool in the Mercedes thinks that there was no foul.

Socks

I started a new sock. I was looking at RPM, and then looked at the ball of yarn. I really didn’t want to have to count. I also like Bohus. This pair will be a spiral variation. I simply purled when ever either the yellow or a transition orange was in the row below.

Packing

The most important part of the packing has been completed. I have identified and made center pull balls out of Opal, Fleece Artists, Monarch, Lisa Souza, and Ellen’s Half Pint Farm to take along.

I also have knitting needles, tape measure, patterns. Camera and charging cords.
Clothes? Oh, yes, I probably should pack some of those, shouldn’t I? Not as important as yarn.

Audio Books

Rescuing an MP3 player back from the teens, I still have to load books on CD. I think I am going with Agatha Christies’ The Mystery of the Spanish Chest and Return to Baghdad, PJ Tracey’s Dead Run, and Richard North Patterson’s Exile. It is similar to yarn. By far better to have too many books loaded in case one of them is just not what you want to hear.

Arches

Should I run a contest to identify this location?
-Holly