Best Laid Plans

I had hopes, I had dreams, I had plans. I took pictures Friday morning, with every intention of making a lovely blog entry on the evening train.

I really needed to blog Friday, too, because I wanted to show you this Secret Pal extravaganza:



I hope I'm making my secret pal (the one I send stuff too) as happy as my secret pal (the one who sends me stuff) makes me! In case you couldn't tell from the pic above,



those are the glass needles I covet(ed)! I've already cast on a project with them (the replacement for the fugly wrap) and I lurv them! They make an odd noise when they pass over each other, but it doesn't grate on me like metal needles do, and it seems to be lessening as I use them more.

I had plans for the rest of the weekend, too. Saturday I was going to head up to Peter's Valley with Becky for the Art to Wear show, getting some mommy time in while at the same time letting Chris get some stuff done around the house. Saturday evening would be for knitting (I figured Chris would take the Beckmeister, since we try to spell each other so we don't get burnt out -- she's tons of fun, but lots of work, too). Sunday I thought there might even be some cleaning of the house (tee hee..yeah, right).

I started to feel a little ooky as I was leaving work at six. By the time the PATH left Pavonia/Newport around 6:40, I was so nauseous I had to put my knitting down. By the time the train reached Secaucus at 7:05 I was starting to throw up a little (I had the plastic bag I normally keep handy for gross gym clothes -- yet another reason I'm glad I started going to the gym). By the time the train reached Glen Rock, I knew I was good and sick. I assumed it was food poisoning, but just in case we kept me away from Becky and Chris took care of her and put her down. I felt bad, but the sickness just wasn't giving me a break and I sure didn't want her to have to go through this if it wasn't food poisoning. Guess what? About 2am, I heard the most awful noises from upstairs.

It wasn't food poisoning. Chris had it, too. I was really afraid Becky was going to be sick, too -- Chris and I had pretty much avoided each other all night, so clearly, this was a virus that was keen on smiting anyone in a 50 foot radius (people at work, if I got you, I'm sorry). She never got even a hint of it, though. She did have a touch of diarreah Thursday morning, and I wonder now if whatever caused that is what Chris and I caught. I've noticed that when we get sick from something she brings home from daycare, very often she only has a mild case of whatever and we get hit really hard with it. I guess being glad that it's me (us) who got violently ill and not her is what being a parent's all about.

Speaking, of...how about a little Becky Fix?


Secret Pal, Becky loves her new stuff, too -- thank you!



No knitting update today -- I haven't been able to knit all weekend, so not much has been accomplished. I did get replacement yarn for the fugly wrap and am making Mimi Very Long, only a little bit wider and shorter. Wider because it's on smaller needles (so won't really be wider, but you know what I mean), and shorter because it's for a shorter person. Other than that, I continue to work on socks, and started on some felted things I'm making and remembered very quickly why I don't knit for felting: I find it incredibly annoying to get a whole big bunch of knitting done, just to shrink it down. It just seems ridiculous. So some of the people who were going to get felted things are not. Probably only one person is going to get a felted thing, in fact. And only because it's the clogs (click the link, Erica), which really have to be felted. Otherwise they're just weird floppy slippers.

posted by Laura Y. @ 10:29 AM