Oh, wait. Wrong sport. What is the cry for the yellow jersy, anyway?
So with a slight change in plans, I actually managed to accomplish my Tour de Fleece goal–the entire* bag has been spun and plied–but not three-ply (thus, the change in plans). I sampled the three-ply because I’d never tried to ply a true three-ply (only navaho-plied). The yarn was very nice–don’t get me wrong–but not what I was hoping for when I swatched for the Flower Basket Shawl. I think that my goal yarn and my goal project weren’t exactly compatible. And so I stuck with two-ply, and now all that remains is to rinse, dry, and re-skein the yarn. Just guessing, but it looks like about 1200 yards give or take.
Of course no pictures–that would require having me, the yarn, the camera, and the computer all in the same place at the same time. Doesn’t happen very often, that’s for sure. But it will at some point. The yarn is pretty–soft and heathered, without a lot of pooling or barberpoling.
We spent four days in Anaheim last week (with the obligatory trip to Disney/California Adventure). It was a great trip, and a much-needed break for all of us. The kids and I spent two days lounging at the pool (and teaching Luke how to doggy-paddle and swim under water), and then met up with Eric’s cousins to go to Disney and California Adventure. I still don’t get the CA. It’s not really for kids, but not exactly for adults, either. My stupid cell phone didn’t work at all while we were there (Ruth, I wasn’t ignoring you, honest!). No calls from outside Las Vegas made it through (how does that happen when you’re in Anaheim, anyway), and when we finally got back to Las Vegas cell space, I had 22 messages, including three frantic ones from my sister.
Apparently my mother had fallen and hit her head out on the boat with my father and ended up in the hospital for two and a half days with a severe concussion and a full cardio workup (to rule out any other problems since she was unconscious for nearly an hour). She’s fine–no lasting damage other than a bad headache for a few days. But Jenn was seriously freaked out, to the point where I was nearly convinced I was going to have to hop the next plane east to take care of her. I wasn’t worried about Mom so much as Jenn–Jenn doesn’t handle stress very well, and it doesn’t take a whole lot of stress to throw her off balance and start her on the manic-depressive cycle again. But the story ends happily–everyone is ok, and I didn’t have to spend $1500 for plane tickets.
So now I’m back in the grind and working, while Eric and the kids are home for the rest of the week. We’re still trying to work it out so that they can go to his mother’s for some time this summer, but so far the cheapest tickets I can find are more than $500 each…ouch. Especially since to fly two children actually takes four tickets–two plus one adult each way to escort them. But we’ll figure it out.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to the next major sporting event–the start of football season. Bring it on!
*except for the two bits the kids stole to use as pillows for their dolls, and the cucumber-sized piece that the cat stole and has been carrying around like a kitten