1. I am leaving for Madrona tomorrow. After a wicked sprint this last weekend, everything for the workshops and classes and (almost) the Teacher Talent Show for Charity (You’re coming, right?) I am pretty much packed and ready.
2. That’s a lie. Everything for work is packed and ready, but I haven’t packed clothes or anything personal, like knitting or… anything.
3. I am sitting here at my desk, surrounded by piles of paper and post-it notes and the little baby sweater I was so sure would be done on Friday is sitting here too, and still isn’t anywhere near done.
Progress has, in fact, slowed to a crawl – which is what happens when you don’t really knit on something – or in this case, don’t knit on it for hours a day. I keep picking it up to do a row here and there, but the gauge is 32 stitches to 10cm, and that’s not a quick knit anyway you slice it, and I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought it was. I am a lunatic. (Note to self. Pack buttons.)
4. I’m doing a book signing at Madrona – Saturday between 5-6. Swing by and say hello if you’re around. I’d love to see you, and you can even bring a book if you like. (I don’t think there are any for sale in the Marketplace, so maybe plan ahead if you’ve got your heart set.)
5. Debbi and I busted a move, and the Strung Along April Retreat is open! We don’t have tons of spots, but there’s quite a few, and we’d love it if you came. If you want, there’s more information on the retreat page. The theme is Colour and Texture, and Judith MacKenzie will be there to teach spinning, and it should be really amazing. We’re excited, and can’t wait to share everything we’ve got planned.
6. Earlier today I was booking my shuttle to and from Madrona, and I was giving the very nice lady my flight information, and I told her I was arriving on Wednesday the 10th, and leaving on Monday the 14th. There was a pause, and then she said “You mean, Monday the 15th?” I scanned the flight information, found the date and read it out loud to her. “Nope, it’s definitely the 15th. I’m looking right at it.” I paused here to read it aloud to her (although I’m super unclear on how that would be proof, since she can’t see it) “Flight XXXX, leaving Monday, the 15th of March. It’s the 15th for sure.”
There was this long silence, and she said “March?” and I said “That’s right.” Another pause… “Your textile conference is a month long?” I boggled at the thought of that, and was just about to say something about how great a month long textile retreat would be, when It hit me like a ton of bricks. My flight was wrong. I got off the phone just about hysterical, and called the airline and it’s all fine and I’m not staying in Seattle for a month, and there were absolutely flights free on Monday (this Monday) and the change was fine, and after I had it all sorted, I wondered what happened. “Man, I can’t believe I did that” I said to the airline lady. “Wishful thinking?” She said. “Maybe… ” I said, and then I imagined a month just for knitting and was momentarily disappointed.
7. I am super glad I discovered this today, instead of at the crack of dawn on Monday morning at the airport.
8. I am not a morning person.