So. Last night, bereft of my now-regular Late Night Knitting night, I headed east instead, to a great library where I could start searching all the phone books in Wisconsin for craft stores I didn’t already have in my database.
Should I take 18 all the way to Waukesha? Naah, it’s already dark, they said there would be fog, there might be deer. So I decided to take F from 18 to 94 and take the freeway in.
Three miles later I looked ahead and saw a doe that had just crossed my path, and a yearling that was following her and about to jump into the other side of the van. I don’t know how I threaded the needle between those two, but it all worked out. (Is there a special signal to give to oncoming drivers for “I almost hit a deer”? Because I really wanted to flash an alert signal to oncoming traffic.)
After the library visit, I came home on 18. No fog, no deer, no worries. Go figure.
What I did have were 39 extra contact forms in my binder, filled out for stores I didn’t have written down already — just in towns that started with the letters A and B. Tonight I updated the database, copied out the C and D cities from the database to the binder, and sent some store data up to Kathryn (hello Kathryn!) to be verified. I already need to make more blank copies of my own form. Sheesh.
Not much knitting today, except I think the K1P2 hat is ready for a crown. I’ll take notes, as I’m planning something clever but don’t know how to pull it off yet. Then I can cast on for my alpaca mittens. My hands are d@mn cold. Maybe I should make them as wrist warmers instead. Doesn’t that sound decadent?
Spam Post of the Day
In my spam bucket I found what looked like a chapter of a hardcore p0rn novel. Yikes! Delete delete delete! And shame on the author for lusting after 14 year old girls. I don’t care how big their chests were, that’s just *wrong.* Go tell someone else about it, or even better, just shut up and go to therapy.