Something like some amazing progress on Dad's second sock.
As I mentioned yesterday, there was a road trip in the cards today. Dave is a bit of a Kijiji nut, and found a great deal on a projector screen, which he wants for his studio at work. The catch - it was in Belleville - a good 3.5 hours from here. But even when you factored in the gas - it was still a really good deal.
So, when he mentioned it, I thought - no biggie - that's seven hours of knitting time for me.... right?
Wrong.
When he hauled my butt out of bed at 5:30 a.m. this morning (after only four measly hours of sleep) I got to thinking (amazing that my brain functions that early in the morning), the projector screen is seven feet long. He drives a swanky, leather-filled sedan, I drive a beat-up cola-stained wagon. While his car is slightly larger, my car is built for cargo.
Either way, I knew it would be going right from the trunk to in between the fronts seats of the car, and there's a lot more room to maneuver awkward parcels in my car than his. And, in the event it was too big and awkward for inside - my car has roof racks.
Dave's car doesn't.
Sigh.
I guess I'm driving.
Now some of you are thinking "why didn't you let Dave drive your car?"
The answer. We don't do that. Never really have. The only time I've driven his car is if he's drunk, or otherwise unable to. The only time he drives my car is if there is something wrong with it and I want him to hear what it sounds likes. It's weird. To us, cars are very personal things - almost like lending someone your tooth brush. And it's not just Dave, I don't like anyone driving my car.
She's ugly as sin, doesn't go very fast, but she's mine. Don't touch.
So, I drove. Three and a half hours there. Three and a half hours back. No knitting.
I considered punishing him by stopping in at the Toronto Knitter's Frolic on the way home, but by the time we hit T.O., the weather was really sour and I was really starting to feel the lack of sleep.
We got home about 1:30 p.m. and I crashed, crawled back out of bed at 7. Went and got my groceries, and now I'm making dinner.
So.
No knitting.
How 'bout a kitty?
6 comments:
We are the exact same way about our cars. I have an 11 year old Honda CR-V that I adore and he hates.
He has a red Mustang convertible that I swear hates me. The few times I've driven it have always resulted in a breakage of something, usually a window motor when it is raining. :-/ So, I just leave it in the garage.
He also has a Toyota Corolla for work. We BOTH hate that car. LOL
Aww too bad you didn't get to knit! The weather has been horrible, too, so hope your drive wasn't treacherous. Love your shawl, it's breathtaking!
I'm not like that -- well, at least not any more. I'll pawn off any opportunity for someone else to drive. It's usually only Hubs or Pa. I figure if they break it, they bought it, lol! I have no stamina for driving and get way too sleepy. You and I have the same car, so I know what you mean about being able to haul cargo. We'd have quite a lot of room for a yarn road trip, lol!
Glad the kitty was available for your blog; all is not lost!
7 hours of knitting missed! Oh no!
I went to the Frolic - I jammed it in to the schedule on the way somewhere else - and I have to say I found it a bit disappointing. Apparently it was very busy first thing in the morning and by the time I got there the crowds had dissipated, the draws were over and the goods were picked over. Sigh.
I envy people who can knit in the car anyways, but alas I cannot because it would result in barfing everywhere. Even though I drive I ride a lot with Greg so I would have a ton of knitting time. POOH! Sorry you couldn't knit and Peno looks cute.
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