I spent the morning at the DMV. My 2nd son is almost 17 and until recently was not really interested in driving. He said he wasn't ready. But we have to sign for new insurance on Monday and he has to either have a driver's permit by then or be excluded from the policy. So we spent 2 hours in a crowded DMV today.
I looked like a hippie in my faded jeans with paint on them, Sonic Drive In shirt (which I earned the right to wear, on wheels, by the way) and long wild hair. But I sat there with my Dell and took advantage of the Free Public Internet like a Yuppie at Starbucks.
He drove us home, about 12 miles. Then to the Home Depot, where I took over. No I-40 at rush hour in Knoxville at 70 miles an hour on your first day with a permit when you aren't on the insurance until Monday. No sir! But he took us from the church where I dropped one kid, to my daughter's house about 15 miles away, then to Walmart and back to her house, after dark. Did very well actually.
This is my 3rd student driver, and he is a pretty level-headed kid. So I am not nervous. No, really. No REALLY!
I am still coughing like Doc Holliday and the stench in my house has migrated from Burnt Sheep to Slightly Burnt and Kinda Sweet something weird. I am trying like mad to get some more yarns up, but I am plying this one and yesterday I was so dizzy from cough medicine that I couldn't sit on the tall stool without falling off.
Maybe better luck tomorrow.
And for a while, I can drive like a total nah-nah because I have a Student Driver sign on the back of my car. Just as well.
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Why Don't I Go Lie Down?
Well to quote Dustin Hoffman as Hook, "I never lie... the truth is FAR too much fun."
No, I don't think what I mean and what he means are the same thing, even though I love that quote.
I am sick. I am coughing, my head is stuffed up, my throat is sore, I feel like I have a wad of stuff in the back of my throat and like I have a low-grade fever.
So today I unwound and hand-dyed a HUGE skein of wool/angora, another of wool/nylon, a third, smaller (20 gram) of 100% cashmere and overdyed it, a fourth, 33gr of another 100% cashmere, and a fifth, 60-some grams of 100% lambswool in black. I am going to ply the cashmeres with the black (tomorrow!!) for selling.
Also worked on pages and pages of webcode for the Weird and Ugly Fabric Challenge 14, wound 2 skeins into balls to fill an order (and wrapped them, and made the freebies to go with them). And cooked dinner... which also ended up including my sister, her dh and their 5yod. They "borrowed" my 16yos Artemas today and were returning him. While they were here, I made Strawberry Yogurt muffins from scratch. When they left, Darling Richie asked me, "Why don't you go to bed?"
Well, I have to take meds again at midnight and I am too dang miserable to go to sleep for hours without them. So I will nurse the baby, check my Etsy, write my blog, sneak a little Black Raspberry Chocolate Chunk ice cream, and THEN go to bed... having had a full day, and feeling like I should curl up and die. (Though that ice cream made life a little more worthwhile, LoL.)
No, I don't think what I mean and what he means are the same thing, even though I love that quote.
I am sick. I am coughing, my head is stuffed up, my throat is sore, I feel like I have a wad of stuff in the back of my throat and like I have a low-grade fever.
So today I unwound and hand-dyed a HUGE skein of wool/angora, another of wool/nylon, a third, smaller (20 gram) of 100% cashmere and overdyed it, a fourth, 33gr of another 100% cashmere, and a fifth, 60-some grams of 100% lambswool in black. I am going to ply the cashmeres with the black (tomorrow!!) for selling.
Also worked on pages and pages of webcode for the Weird and Ugly Fabric Challenge 14, wound 2 skeins into balls to fill an order (and wrapped them, and made the freebies to go with them). And cooked dinner... which also ended up including my sister, her dh and their 5yod. They "borrowed" my 16yos Artemas today and were returning him. While they were here, I made Strawberry Yogurt muffins from scratch. When they left, Darling Richie asked me, "Why don't you go to bed?"
Well, I have to take meds again at midnight and I am too dang miserable to go to sleep for hours without them. So I will nurse the baby, check my Etsy, write my blog, sneak a little Black Raspberry Chocolate Chunk ice cream, and THEN go to bed... having had a full day, and feeling like I should curl up and die. (Though that ice cream made life a little more worthwhile, LoL.)
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