Stuck in Mundane

I feel like I am in one of Piers Anthony's novels and hopelessly trapped in Mundane. Everyday mundane tasks are sucking the magic of Knitting out of my life. I have also been sleeping a lot - I am certain that I am storing up sleep to counteract the effects of the upcoming "Spring Ahead".

Saturday started out like this. Nasty wind and wet flurries galore. Fortunately the weather was eclipsed by my destinations!

Julie and I did sort out the small changes that I will be making when I knit the Naturally Easy Raglan again - this time out of Naturally's new cashmere blend. It hasn't arrived yet; I'll probably pick it up at the Frolic. I brought home a skein of Prism Wild Stuff - I am saving the knitting of it as a reward for knitting the swatches for my Frolic classes.

Then I drove out to my friend Ada's and when Jocelyn arrived we went down to Romni. Jocelyn had never been there - I don't know how I missed this part of her YS education. She and Ada bought some sock yarn. Then we stopped by Knit Cafe where Ada bought some stunningly bright orange Koigu. Again, me resisting.
We had a wonderful evening of show and tell, laughing and The Transporter and The Transporter 2. Being with Ada and Jocelyn is restful - common interests, differing opinions and no expectations.

I am a bit stalled on the Top Secret Sweater #2 - I ran out of yarn and am waiting for further knitting instructions. But that's okay because I am using the time to knit the swatches for my Frolic classes.

That's it - truly Mundane. I am definitely going to have to get out of this end-of-winter funk and find my Knitting Xanth.

Wait a minute - SP7 to the rescue!! Sock yarn that is absolutely in my colourway, beautiful knitting needles (they are so smooth) from SWTC, a knitting mystery book that is signed up with BookCrossing. A very interesting concept - though I tend to be a book reader/keeper rather than a book releaser. Not in the picture is a perfectly scented vanilla candle and a package of coffee. mmmmmm ... coffee.

Now, I need to get this off of my chest. I'm sure that none of my thoughtful readers need this information, but perhaps the fucktards drivers that need this information will stumble into this blog and be educated. I'm sure that these people are not acting out of malice, merely ignorance. Well, most of them anyway.
For the love of whatever you hold dear, please do not use the diesel pump at a gas station unless it is the only one left.
I do not drive a bus for the sleek, sexy lines of its body, the deep throaty get the fuck out of my way come-hither purr of its engine or the subtle colouring that blends into all sorts of surroundings. Granted, the seating capacity is a plus but that is quickly turned into a minus when the seats are filled. School buses run on diesel fuel, and gas stations only have one or two diesel pumps. When inconsiderate car drivers pull up to these pumps when they have several others to choose from I have nowhere else to go!!! I have to sit there and wait for their slow ass to pump regular gas and then give me a limp apologetic wave as they go to pay for their gas. And buy snacks. And go pee. Then call someone on the pay phone to "share". GDI people, it's not rocket science!!! If there are no other pumps available, by all means, use the diesel pump. I'm not so selfish as to expect everyone to wait for me (or another bus or truck) to arrive, but have a look around and make an informed choice.
Oh yeah, that's better! My next blog should be much more upbeat and demonstrate knitterly progress.