“Your call is very important to us. Please stay on the line and our next representative will be with your shortly. Under no circumstances set your knitting on fire. It only means you will have more knitting to do tomorrow. Christmas is on the 25th. You won’t have time to re-knit. (Annoying hold music most certainly to include “The Girl from Ipanema”.)
This is how I have felt lately. Between end of term, wrapping up the year end at work, the cold and stopped up nose that will not go away, and Christmas knitting, I have been a bit stressed.
So, in the world of humanity in either the camp of the planners or the not planners, I am firmly in the planner camp. As I am a planner, I had a plan. The plan was to go to the little cabin in Hocking Hills and emerge triumphant, Christmas knitting finished and wrapped. The plan was to enjoy the hot tub under the stars – clothing optional. The plan was to spend a day in Columbus with a small foray to a yarn store. The plan was to have a nice romantic lunch at a local restaurant.
There is this often ignored downside to being a planner, which is the Fates laugh in the face of all human plans.
We arrive at the cabin barely able to speak to one another because the pre-trip argument had morphed into the trip argument. After a dinner of soup and sourdough bread, we got into the hot tub in hopes that it would improve our mood.
Shared suffering is a couple building exercise. Hot tubbing is fun. Sitting and soaking in hot water is a wonderful way to relax. Sitting soaking in hot water, while a bone chilling wind blows from the North freezing one’s hair into solid ice is not so fun. This is not to mention what freezing cold does to one’s wet appendages.
I did get to visit a great yarn store in Columbus. I got a couple of really cool things. Then there was the entire bad car battery incident that led to trip angst as Captain Gloom and Doom allowed his imagination to run wild. We had lunch at a so-so restaurant and not a cool local place due to the bad car battery incident. We got back to the cabin and sat to soak in the hot tub in freezing rain.
This is not to mention the fact that I knit on Christmas socks until my hands cramped and I thought my pushing finger would get a hole in it to the bone due to the sharpness of my bamboo needles.
By Christmas Eve, I had realized that I was two pair of socks down and was probably not going to make it. By Christmas Eve, I realized that one pair of socks that I had knit was going to require a good bit of reworking. I am a good knitter. I can fix just about anything, but let me tell, I don’t need to prove it. I especially don’t need to prove it on Christmas Eve. I especially don’t need to prove how good I am by picking out the cast-on edge of the shorter sock and then knitting it up to the right length. I especially don’t need to make the fix only to fall victim to my own sense of symmetry by having to pick out the cast-on edge of the other sock just to bind it off so it will look like it’s mate. If the South can live with miscegenation, so should I.
I do have pictures to post. I do have more stories. I also have Christmas Knitting Phase Two. More to come.
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