There has been a modicum of knitting around here.
I started working on a remake of Kelly. I got the back and both fronts finished and started one sleeve, only to discover, in the car, on the way to Arizona, and then Arkansas, that I had left the pattern at home.
So, I decided to switch to a sock, but the yarn was still in a skein.
So heading over the Tehachapi mountains to the Mojave, I wound it up.
I managed A sock over the next week and a half. Pitiful.
It is actually finished, but I can’t find the photo I took. Then my anxiety and depression said a big, friendly “Hello!” and I have done no more knitting.
Coming back through Oklahoma, where they photograph EVERY car that enters on I-40 (I was able to smile sweetly on the return trip because I KNEW), there was a tornado watch which made me very much not happy.
I thought I had seen thunderheads. Hah!
I was very glad this was in the rearview mirror.
I was delighted to get back to California, as the trip was extremely stressful.
A week later, we were in Indio for Desert Trip!!! I never thought I would actually share space with Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Roger Waters, The Who, Paul McCartney, and The Rolling Stones. It was, to quote a young man, an epic weekend. I have been a Beatles fan since I was 11, and I actually sobbed with joy when Sir Paul McCartney took the stage.
It was a tad dusty, what with 85,000 people and desert winds, but one adapts.
Maybe it was packing so much into three weeks of my life, but I have been totally exhausted to the point of numbness since.
And I still have Eric Idle/John Cleese, Dylan Moran, and Neil Gaiman in my future!
I gotta pull out of this funk!