Now on to Virginia

I didn’t take nearly as many photos as I should have; we spent a lot of time in Charlottesville at Biscuit Run, and I only got photos of the horse farm. Dang. However, the photos are lovely. Surrounding the horse farm, activity-wise, there was a tee-ball game (after which I christened my new boots by stepping in some truly foul-smelling dog poop, and will now probably be remembered by all of Jennie‘s family as “that girl who stepped in the dog poop”), which I enjoyed because bobble-headed children are fun to watch. There was even a little girl who ate dirt, and one who fell down in the outfield on purpose. Then after the horses there was a bagel lunch and then coffee downtown, and a visit to a snooty yarn shop where the lady mentioned to another lady while I was in the shop that “everybody’s knitting these days,” and then asked me if I had needles for the sock yarn I was purchasing. No, I think I’m going to give it to the cats and see what happens. Of COURSE I have needles. Just let me pay for my damn yarn and be grateful. The good that came out of it is that now Jennie wants to knit, and she’s promised to let me take her to Knitch to shop for supplies. And so it spreads.

After the yarn shop was Iron Man with Jennie’s sister, this being the third time seeing it for Jennie and the second time for me. I must say, though – there’s something immensely satisfying about seeing a superhero movie wearing superhero shoes.

After the movie we met the rest of Jennie’s siblings (minus the ones who weren’t in town) for dinner at a little Thai restaurant, and then it was back home again. Whew! I didn’t realize how much we accomplished until I laid it all out there. That was a lot.

[Okay, so I did this excellent bit involving lots of photos, but somehow deleted it and since I don’t want to re-post it now, here’s the link to my flickr photos. Later, perhaps, when I have more time and patience, I’ll re-create it. But not now. Now, I am irritated.]

And that’s all for day 2/3. More tomorrow, wherein our heroes venture forth to Baltimore and do many things including eating and sleeping and fetching husbands from the aeroport (if only a dirigible had been involved…)

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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