Been working on this a whole week.

Aw, man. So busy.

So, anyway, I went on vacation and now have been playing catch-up mentally. I hate how that happens. You take a day to adjust to vacation, which is easy because you’re on vacation, and then there’s this weird three day period that comes with getting back into real life again. I’m in that (and my students suffered the brunt of the crazy brain time, since I forgot all sorts of things and left them very confused while I was away).

Vacation was great. I got pictures of the trip out to VA, a yurt at S&W, and then pictures of the way home. I’ll be stealing more from Jennie. Actually, I’ll do that right now!

Here’s the drive up:

I love driving to Virginia from Georgia, especially during the part that takes you through the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s best when it’s overcast and sort of rainy, because the valleys fill with mist and it’s like being in a fairy story.

Well, all except for that truck.

A drive like this isn’t anything without Abbot’s Farm boiled peanuts:

Jennie got the pint size, and then I was all like “we should each get a quart!” so we did and then ate on them for three days (they were in the fridge) because a quart of boiled peanuts is a whole lot of boiled peanuts.

Then we sat around on Friday and when baobh came home from work we painted her trailer:

At one point rattlefox came over with donuts, and then painted with us. She did the rad crab. Which totally sounds like a weird dance from the 1920s. “Now, all you guys and gals, it’s time to kick up your heels and do the Rad Crab!”

Saturday was hot hot hot. I drank a lot of lemonade and didn’t pee much, which tells you how much we were all sweating. But then there were purchases, which (for me) consisted of two skeins of Creatively Dyed sock yarn, 12 ounces of some really excellent roving from Little Red Barn, eight ounces of cotton and four ounces of tussah silk from the same booth, a tiny drop spindle from Red Phoenix (I think) with which to spin the cotton, and a big basket to carry it all in. I have a picture somewhere of me amidst all our collective purchases. Baobh bought some Creatively Dyed sock yarn and two awesome fleeces. I can’t wait to see what she does with them (evidently she’s already knitting with one of the yarns).

(WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT YOU CAN SEE MY UNDERPANTS IN THAT SKIRT? WHY? O hai. That slip I took off? Was actually quite necessary.)

Oh, and there was a yurt:

Of the Turkish sort. I was unaware that the Turks had yurts! I am skeptical.

And then Sunday I went and hung out with my in-laws. We went to a pub where the waiter giggled after everything he said (seriously), and there was comic book buying after the pub, and also furniture-looking, and then I went back and we had dinner and drove down to stay with Jennie’s mom overnight and it became the longest run-on sentence ever known to man and now I’m done with that part.

Monday we drove home. We were a little sick of each other by then, but I finished my Monkey socks and we listened to a book on tape and tried (unsuccessfully) to find mint Moon Pies (they are heaven).

Sock goes home.

Two finished socks! In four days! A new record!

Tuesday? Well, that day I played the Wii all day and went to bed upset that I did so. Oh! and I got new glasses, one lens of which is the wrong prescription.

And for some reason the type in this post is huge, and I cannot change it, and I think that the universe is attempting to tell me something about my vision, or perhaps not.

In closing, what do you suppose is in this truck?

I think it’s a gigantic Tootsie Pop.

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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