getting ready

We realized (it snuck up on us) that we're about to leave town. We're going east for a family bar mitzvah and have to get ourselves together. Sally got caught up in the excitement. There was a lot of rushing around. Then we had to organize some things. I hate leaving dirty laundry--so the bed had to be made and random house things had to be tidied. The professor points out that we are making sure that the house will be less cluttered all by itself, but this way, when I lock the door, I don't feel bad about some of the mess I've left behind. (there's plenty of mess still to feel harassed about, believe me!)

Sally organized her toys. Her bed is mostly cleared off, with the squeaky toy dog babies moved around and around my office. It must be almost time to go to the kennel, huh? Yup, Harry and Sally have to go to dog jail, because 900 miles' drive each way in the summer time is not a happy recipe for dogs. I'd wrapped my head all around this "getting ready" stuff. I've been doing a "review" of all the edited chapters of my book, and working lots of weekend hours to finish it in time. It's been a frenzy around here.

I started organizing my traveling "kit" so I can keep designing and knitting on the road...but I'd lost a needle somewhere...and despite an extreme number of needles around here, this kind of thing makes me crazy. I like my matchy matchy sets of needles for trips. (I know, it's weird.) I found it here. Remember this project? I didn't sell the design, so instead I knit for myself. Alas, knitting for myself has to be pushed aside when I've got work knitting to do. I am in love with these vibrant colors. Gosh knows when I'll finish this, or if I'll rip it all out to try something new, but for now...check this out. Ahhh. A furiously flaming scarlet and alarming yellow...in handspun Cotswold and silk singles. Oh...and with the air conditioning on, it's 85 in my office. (Celsius folk, that would be about 29.5C.) Roughly 95 (35C) outside. Hot, maybe too hot for playing with wool, especially when rushing around.

Then, something stopped me dead in my tracks. I screamed. I yelled for the professor to come right over here RIGHT NOW!! I spend a lot of time preparing myself. I work on the details. I try to get things organized and to be ready. I admit it. No matter how much I try? I'm not quite believing it yet...you know what I mean, right?
Yup. (gulp.) This....
"by Joanne Seiff (Author)"
WHOA.
DUDE. I had to just, ummm. Sit down. Right. Away. Whoa. DANG.

(I'll be back in touch in a few hundred miles, OK? When maybe I've calmed down a little.)