I mentioned in my last post that my boyfriend and I drove down to Maryland for a brief visit this weekend. Ostensibly we were going to the retirement party of our old high school track coach, but we managed to squeeze in a baby shower for a friend and some quality time with each of our families. (Yes, the boy and I went to high school together, though we were not technically a couple in high school; this is our 10th year together.)
The highlights of the weekend were definitely contained at the party for Coach, who is the bestest guy ever. Not a lot of former students had heard about the event, so I’m especially glad we were able to go. Every year the boy and I head over to Penn Relays, so we see Coach and all the assistant coaches, but that’s just once a year. They got the whole group of former students together for a photo–I’m in the green toward the left, and lucky me, I got to be next to Coach, who held my hand for the shot. Awww.
(In case it’s not obvious, he is not the cute white girl to my right–that’s my boyfriend’s sister, standing in front of her brother. Coach’s the cute black guy to my left.)
But back to knitting content, which is why we’re really here–it’s the not so pretty part of the weekend.
Deep breath, Minty.
I gave my mom her Sunrise Circle Jacket. It’s her Mother’s Day present. She was thrilled.
But it is too small. By the tiniest of bits! But still, too small.
Of course I’ll redo it–when have I ever balked at redoing something? But it sure is a bummer. I only have to go one size up, just to give her a little more room in the arms and to overlap the piece a bit more. It’s the unseaming that’s going to be the most difficult. The actual knitting was a cinch. Still, she seemed to like it a lot–loved the color–and she showed me how she dog-eared the pattern in the Interweave magazine, as something to make for herself! Do I know my mom’s taste or what?
In other news, the drive home from Maryland took more than 3 hours. This is a 2 hour drive, door to door. Traffic was horrible. I had had an allergy attack in the morning, and took some drugs, so I was tingly and sleepy, and managed to sleep through the first 2 hours or so. We stopped for gas at the Delaware rest stop, and discovered this:
Is it clear from the shot? There were looong lines for gas. Only 1/4 of the pumps were operating. The other gas station at the rest stop? Completely closed: no gas. We waited in line for more than 20 minutes. I became alarmed. People tell me how in the 70s there was a shortage. Are we looking at the same thing? Will food be delivered to grocery stores? Thankfully, I do not own a car. I’m sorry for those of you who do. I’ve asked around and have been told that gas stations were switching over to the “summer blend” and perhaps the changeover was responsible for the closures (dad reported a closed gas station in Columbia, too). It’s suspicious, whatever it is.
In order to calm my nerves, I pulled out Pomatomus #2. I finished the first sock in the early afternoon, while knitting with mom. So I started the second one in the car. Here’s the sock with Eagles stadium in the background (the Linc).