denial

I made it until about 5pm yesterday before I remembered that I have a blog.  A good blogger would not go so long in between posts.  Me, I am not yet a good blogger, but a hopeful one.  Of course there was nothing I could do about it at 5pm, it was time to make dinner and then head out the door for a meeting.

The meeting was good.  I toyed with the idea of not attending, but I am so glad I decided to go.  Not only did I have the opportunity to connect with people I do not often see, but I was also given an award.  Completely unexpected.  Because I am phasing out my volunteer work I thought my days of being an award recipient were over.  Wrong.  I was given the Outstanding Volunteer award.  I am humbled.

I arrived home an hour later than anticipated. It seemed rude to just take my award and go.  Afterall, an Outstanding Volunteer would stay to help clean up and carry bags to the cars.  When I finally made it  home everyone is still awake.  Its like 10:30 on a work night and they are going strong.   Husband begins to read to Youngest Son and I pour a glass of wine.  About 20 minutes later we are all in bed.  Picture me, lying in bed, listening to the rest of the house fall asleep.  Normally I am a fall right to sleep sort of gal, not last night.  There I was, laying there listening, wondering if I should get up, wondering if closing my eyes would make me sleepy.

That wondering turned into knowing that I wanted to get up.  Could I sleep in the next day?  What is on the calendar?  If I get up what will I do?  That leads to ideas, LOTS of idea.  I begin think about the blog post.  That leads to my friends book and I think of funny ways  to open her chapters, it made me smile...I hoped I would remember it in the morning.  I recalled Naomi telling me that when insomnia strikes, get up, write it down and then go to bed.  That thought leads to a brand new book idea.  Add in a little heartburn and I am up, up, up.

I spent the next hour typing like a madwoman.  Who knew I could type so fast?  Not me.  I wish I could remember the name of my high school typing teacher, he would be proud.  OK, I need to look that up.  I remember the teacher, small, black, strict, pants that were a bit too short and crazy socks.  He may have been gay.  At the time gay people where not readily available, so who knows, he was at least different than the other teachers.  The typewriters were those big shiny beasts and you had to reach up and manually push the the cylinder back in position for the next row.

All that writing, the ideas pouring out as fast as I could type, it felt great!  OMG, writing is the best!!  Does everyone write like that?

I began knitting the Johnny Jump Up.  It is so nice.  It is not what I expected to spin, but as I knit it looks like one of the socks from The Twisted Sisters Sock Workbook.

  

I love those socks.  The plan is for these to be a birthday present for my mom.  The colors are so her and as a Master Gardener she will totally get the Johnny Jump Up reference.  Picture me knitting away with a little grin on my face.  Watch the grin fade as I realize I am just beginning the toe of the first sock and my yarn supply is low.  Will I make it?  It will be close.  What should I do?  Should I keep knitting, prepared to rip out a completed sock if I run out of yarn.  Should I plan another project with the yarn?  I could make her a little Kata scarf.  But I really like the way the socks looks, so I press on.  A few rounds into the toe I cast off denial and try to be practical.  I will finish the first sock, not weaving in any ends, and then weigh it and the leftover yarn and see where I stand.  Good, practical advice.  This would be the first time I have not ridden the denial bandwagon all the way to the last yard of yarn.  She can be taught!

That means I need to buy a scale this weekend, any helpful suggestions?