Today was amazing. I feel incredibly lucky and honored to be involved with this historic day, and I hope that even people who did not support President Obama (it’s so amazing to type that) will at least recognize the significance of this event, if not come together in a unified nation, looking forward with hope.
I had a lot of trouble concentrating today at work long enough to knit more than a few stitches. I’m hopelessly behind on the second sock- only a repeat and a half into the foot. It’s pathetic, I know, but today was an exception… an exceptional day.
As I walked home, I felt like the world was cheering with me, the sky ablaze in color.
By the time I got to the park, it had faded somewhat, but it was still beautiful.
Tonight, I didn’t knit. I baked bread (we were completely out- how do we go through it so fast? Oh- right- it’s DELICIOUS).
I spun some. I’m done with 2 bobbins and working on the last.
I spun it a bit thinner than intended. I’ll probably do either a 3 ply or chain ply. Less yardage overall, but a nicer, rounder yarn than a 2ply. It’s still soft and delicious and awesome. I’m hoping to get it done this week, though really I should buckle the heck down on this sock.
In the interest of said buckling, I’m thinking of going to a new knitting group tomorrow. It’s at the Spyhouse, on Nicollet and 25th, only about 4 long blocks from my apartment. The group is called the Knittin’ Kitten, and apparently they are a pretty cool bunch, so I’m hoping they’ll accept me. It’s at 7… so, if it’s too cold, Cory can bring me at 7:45 or 8, and if it’s warm enough, I can walk and get there at 7 no problem.
Also, hopefully, next trimester Cory won’t have such late classes, and will be home from work earlier. I much preferred last tri when he got home around 6:30. 8:15pm is NOT dinner time. It is well past dinner time. Sadly… it is when we have dinner.
I’m sure others have said far more, far more eloquently, than I have or can regarding today’s events. I can only hope all of you are as filled with joy and hope as I am.