mamacate

Black hole

Two sleeps to Rhinebeck. This would make me happier if the constant knitting was actually resulting in progress toward a finished sweater.

My crystal ball says I'll be blocking at the marriott, but only if picking up the neckline ribbing in the car goes well...

No promises...

(posted from the treo)

I think Typepad expired my cookie

It's been a while.  Sorry about that.  Typepad even forgot me.

I learned something new: if you have a kid in special ed, September is not your favorite month.  It was a mofo.  It's not over yet, despite it being October, but I'm hopeful.  Today was a good day, and we're in one day at a time mode.  Not going to blog details, just saying I'm not just quiet because I'm busy.  Sigh.

Panic, stress, and hysteria do sometimes result in knitting, and if I can avoid tempting the knitting goddess here (maybe she can consult with the IEP goddess and they can come to an agreement that my life has sucked enough already recently), I might have something special to wear to Rhinebeck.  Shh.

Which is to say that yes I'm going to Rhinebeck.  (Dammit.)

Back to it.  It might come down to the wire.