What to do with myself
I just realized that our vacation to Reggae on the River is coming up, and soon. For any of you who have no idea what Reggae on the River is...check it out. It's become our once a year retreat, and what a retreat it is. The kiddo stays with my parents for a couple days of train rides, parks, and all the ice cream he can eat (or some other equivilent that will keep him quiet).
We spend day one huddled in an overstuffed minivan for the treck from Washington to California. It's mandatory everytime we come to a stop to hunch down otherwise risk being taken out by a cooking stove, or other such camping gear. Needless to say, the car ride is miserable. I am usually a big car safety nut, so knowing that I risk my life for the trip down just to ensure a hot breakfast in the morning scares me a bit.
This year however, the 11 hour car ride has different meaning. Last year I loaded up with books, so much so, that when we arrived at the campgrounds at 10pm, and tried to unload the van in the dark, books were flying out everywhere. The next morning when we unzipped our tent it looked like a Barnes & Noble had exploded in our campsite. This year it will most likely be the same scene in the morning, with one expection. YARN. Instead of Barnes & Noble, it will be Knitpicks that will have exploded in our campsite.
Can you imagine?!?! 11 hours of doing nothing but KNITTING. My brain is still unable to wrap around that idea. And if you add on the fact that it is just 11 hours one way, and three days later we get to make the treck again, that is 22 hours total of uninterrupted knitting time. 22 HOURS PEOPLE. Not including all the time I'll spend camped out in my chair at the festival knitting away & enjoying the music. I AM SO EXCITED.
Why can't it be time to go yet?
In other news, those of you who live in Seattle know that I have once again turned on the sprinkler to water my garden, because of course this morning it's raining. I've jinxed us once again. And the hubby and I even argued about whether I should water the plants or not, I siting that they were wilting and I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A CHANCE OF RAIN, they need water TODAY. And him insisting that it "felt" like it was going to rain and not to water them.
And last, but not least, Drake decided to have himself a party.
When? Last night.
Where? Our house.
What time? 10 pm.
Why? Mom's asleep in bed, and dad's at a soccer game.
What to do? Oh, how about throw things all around the house, run up and down the hallway, torment the dog, throw his doggie bed upside down in the middle of the living room, get completely naked, and fall asleep with no blankets and the fan on full speed.
Now doesn't that just sound like a fun night at the house of yarn.
We spend day one huddled in an overstuffed minivan for the treck from Washington to California. It's mandatory everytime we come to a stop to hunch down otherwise risk being taken out by a cooking stove, or other such camping gear. Needless to say, the car ride is miserable. I am usually a big car safety nut, so knowing that I risk my life for the trip down just to ensure a hot breakfast in the morning scares me a bit.
This year however, the 11 hour car ride has different meaning. Last year I loaded up with books, so much so, that when we arrived at the campgrounds at 10pm, and tried to unload the van in the dark, books were flying out everywhere. The next morning when we unzipped our tent it looked like a Barnes & Noble had exploded in our campsite. This year it will most likely be the same scene in the morning, with one expection. YARN. Instead of Barnes & Noble, it will be Knitpicks that will have exploded in our campsite.
Can you imagine?!?! 11 hours of doing nothing but KNITTING. My brain is still unable to wrap around that idea. And if you add on the fact that it is just 11 hours one way, and three days later we get to make the treck again, that is 22 hours total of uninterrupted knitting time. 22 HOURS PEOPLE. Not including all the time I'll spend camped out in my chair at the festival knitting away & enjoying the music. I AM SO EXCITED.
Why can't it be time to go yet?
In other news, those of you who live in Seattle know that I have once again turned on the sprinkler to water my garden, because of course this morning it's raining. I've jinxed us once again. And the hubby and I even argued about whether I should water the plants or not, I siting that they were wilting and I DON'T CARE IF THERE'S A CHANCE OF RAIN, they need water TODAY. And him insisting that it "felt" like it was going to rain and not to water them.
And last, but not least, Drake decided to have himself a party.
When? Last night.
Where? Our house.
What time? 10 pm.
Why? Mom's asleep in bed, and dad's at a soccer game.
What to do? Oh, how about throw things all around the house, run up and down the hallway, torment the dog, throw his doggie bed upside down in the middle of the living room, get completely naked, and fall asleep with no blankets and the fan on full speed.
Now doesn't that just sound like a fun night at the house of yarn.
posted by Sam @ 9:51 AM
2 Comments:
At 1:40 PM,
Katy said…
Wow. I can't even comprehend all that knitting time. Along with all that kid-free time. Sigh. But it sounds awesome!
At 6:16 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh, that looks like so much fun! Hope you have a wonderful time.
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