It’s been a somewhat exciting morning/day/afternoon/evening Chez Yarnpirate. Our new puppy is perfecting the art of breaking and entering into places she’s not supposed to be, broke into the elder sprog’s bedroom and ate most of a Toblerone bar. Theobromine being fatal for dogs, she had to be rushed to the vet this morning, before I’d managed to drink my coffee or eat breakfast. Then on the way home from the vet I ran out of gas. Fortunately, I ran out of gas just as I was pulling into the local gas station. Unfortunately, I discovered that my ATM card was demagged and useless. Even more unfortunately, I had no cash. So I had to walk home. In something of a snit, I might add. I mean, I was just a little bit grumpy, really.
As I got in the door, I got a phone call from the vet informing me that the dog had not eaten enough chocolate to do herself any real lasting harm, beyond a bit of gastric upset. So could I please come get her and by the way, they’d removed her stitches from her surgery and no, don’t worry, there’s no charge. That was nice, the whole no charge + healthy dog thing. That helped. I do love the folks at Center Sinai Animal Hospital. They are nice people and on any given day, you can find them taking care of various rescue animals and foster dogs, in addition to the paying customers. My kind of folks.
So then I walked back to the gas station with some cash I borrowed from my houseguest, then drove said houseguest to LAX via
hell the 405, so he could continue his travels, picked up the dog from the vet, have done a bunch of laundry and then the puppy gave me a bath I tried to bathe the puppy, and you know, it’s six oclock, I’ve not had a shower myself yet or even combed my hair today, and I’m exhausted. I did manage to grab a “crunchwrap” from the drive thru at Taco Bell on my way home from LAX so I have eaten something today, but I don’t recommend making a practice of it.
Can I have a do over tomorrow?
I realized why I’m being so totally OCD about the sock swap. I think it has something to do about knitting for another knitter – stuff I’d normally just blow off in something for myself, I’m unwilling to let go for someone else. I want them to be as perfect as possible. I mean, gosh, we’re swapping art and time and energy here, you know? I guess that the by product of this is that I’m going to be a better knitter and more mindful of the small stuff, and that’s never a bad thing.