I am settling into my parents’ house in Florida (where it is most annoyingly in the 70s; Colorado’s been hit with yet another snow storm, so I gave up my White Christmas afterall). The journey here was incredibly annoying though not nearly as bad as it could have been. My connecting flight from Atlanta was moved from one terminal to another, delayed, the cancelled, then reinstated without a departure time, then moved to another gate, then delayed, and finally I got into Tampa roughly five hours later than I should have. Like I said, it could have been much, much worse.
For instance, I could have been stuck there the whole time with absolutely no knitting whatsoever. Thankfully, I had had the foresight and brain power to think “hey, bring those socks that have been hibernating for a few months, let’s see if we can’t make more headway on them.”
That picture was taken a few months ago, and that’s right about the point that I stopped knitting it—primarily because I needed the long circular for something else and I just switched it out for a few DPNs.
Well, now the second sock is at the same point that first one was. I finished the first sock on the flight from Denver to Atlanta, and began the second one while sitting in the Atlanta airport, and as of last night, I have 12 more pattern repeats and 10 or so cuff rows to go and I’ll be finished.
Tendonitis is also settling in, I think. Or it’s a combination of overuse on my left wrist and sleeping funny. (I’m truly baffled as to why my left wrist is giving me problems, because I’m a thrower.)
My bigger concern is running out of yarn. Not for the socks, the socks will have left overs, but I only brought three projects, all socks, but the other two are children’s socks. And one of those is a worsted weight yarn. Even with trying to take breaks and doing family things (though I can talk and knit at the same time, so I still get stuff done), I’m desperately afraid I’ll run out of projects and have nothing to work on for the flight home.
So yesterday I called my preferred dealer (yarn dealer, people) who lives in Melbourne and took care of that problem. When I get together with her next week, I will happily have new yarn! And probably new socks not long after that.
Why hello, sock knitting mojo, apparently you’re settling in, too.