Yeah, that was November. At first I couldn't figure out what happened, but then I looked at my calendars, work and home. Work...well, work has had a certain element of crazy busy that has become the new normal. But this month we had a bunch of visitors...a guaranteed recipe for generating a whole brand-new list of action items while sucking a bunch of time away from your normal tasks. And then I went on one of my occasional business trips, which was supposed to be a low-key out and back, one day affair. But as it turns out I was visiting Erie, Pennsylvania, right on the Great Lakes, and got to experience the first couple of days of the big Buffalo-burying snowpocalypse. Kind of the sneak preview, really, it was supposed to be a couple of inches, which turned into a foot of snow, canceled flights, closed airports and ultimately over four hours in a snowy ditch waiting for a tow truck. (I wasn't driving, though I doubt it would have made any difference- it was bad luck and lousy conditions more than anything else.)
You'd think that this would have been some prime knitting time, and while I did knit a little on the long-suffering Glasgow sock whilst in the ditch, it got too dark to see the stitches around 4:30, so I spent the rest of the time reading (on a tablet), interspersed with watching other people get towed out of the ditch (it was an exceedingly popular ditch, being adjacent to an extremely slick patch of ice on a busy highway, we had a lot of company there) and listening to my coworker receiving increasingly bizarre calls from the rental company's automated service centers. (He received a call at midnight, two hours after we'd finally got back to our hotel, advising us that a tow truck would be reaching us in 90 minutes. The last call was at half past one when an annoyingly perky computerized voice advised him that his service had been completed.)
I finally got home a day late, and basically wiped out, to find our long-planned weekend house party was in full swing. Thankfully, my adorable spouse had a stew in the crockpot, the house in order, and was completely on top of things, so I just dropped my bags, poured a large glass of wine, and sat for a couple of hours until I was feeling a bit less flattened.
The house party was a three day, wall-to-wall, board gaming extravaganza- we had a terrific time. And after everyone went home, my husband came down with a cold, and I spent most of the next week asleep when I wasn't working, trying to avoid joining him in his misery. (I was mostly successful at this, somewhat to my surprise.) But not a lot else got done. What did happen, you ask?
Well, I received the shawl pin I found and the shawl and pin went to their recipient early. (She was at the party and shivering...seemed silly to wait.)
I got a better picture of the Nutkin socks. They look awfully purple in this photo, and they're actually more dark reddish plum, but at least you can see the pattern a bit.
I knit a hat for a friend. I'd measured his head so I knew what size to make, but despite having just made a similar hat it started coming out too big. Biscuit helped me measure.
Sadly, we both agreed that it would have to be frogged. (Doesn't he look sad about it?)
Take two went better and I was able to finish it before the party.
The party was of course of great interest and some trepidation to the feline members of the household. Biscuit continues to find guests less alarming than he used to- and in fact went so far as to stretch up and pat our friend Sean on the hip. Twice. Sean was only slightly more surprised than we were- that's ordinarily a treatment reserved for household members. Cookie was his usual sociable self , and Jake found the whole thing rather busy. However it wasn't until near the end of the weekend, that he was completely weirded out, when he got inadvertantly folded into a sofa bed. Jake being a very laid back kind of cat, apparently thought it was a quiet and comfy place to sack out for a nap, so it was several hours before he finally started trying to get out. He's not a talker though, so instead of complaining loudly to management, he tried to get out on his own, and managed to work his way under the upholstery on the back of the couch. Fortunately I was sitting on the couch at the time and heard him scrabbling. I looked over the back of the couch expecting to see a cat trapped behind it and instead saw a bulge in the upholstery.
It was at this point when several guests pitched in to lift up the couch, and when no cat was forthcoming, put it back down again and we unfolded the sofa bed. And Jake dashed out, wild-eyed, and disappeared into the basement to hide until after all the guests had left. (I'm guessing he blamed the unusual number of people for the whole sofa thing.) He did emerge once everyone was gone.
As we neared the end of the month, Thanksgiving popped up on the calendar, as it is wont to do. This year it arrived with eight inches of heavy wet snow. I was somewhat dismayed to realize that after Pennsylvania, I had really had enough of snow already- and winter hasn't even started yet. Once I got past the shoveling, though, I had to admit it was pretty.
|A road in western MA, Thanksgiving Day|
And now it's December. It was 17 degrees F this morning (-8 C for my Canadian friends), and I'm wearing my hat and mittens and cowl. There are Christmas lights up all around the neighborhood, and I'd be worried about how fast the time was passing except for one thing. In two more weeks, the days start getting longer. I can't wait. But that's okay. The way the last few weeks have gone, I'll probably come up for air and find out it's 2015.