Gold Star

I have come to the conclusion that I deserve a gold star sticker for successful adult-ing over the last two weeks.  In that time I put a few hundred books in the mail, went to Detroit for a show, came home, put a few hundred more books in the mail, went to Toronto for another show, came home, and put the very last of the preorder books in the mail.  Somewhere in there I actually managed to do a few loads of laundry, cook a few meals, do a few loads of dishes, and take enough showers not to raise any eyebrows at the grocery store.

Apparently I didn’t quite manage to blog as much as I might like, but these things happen.

As for the Toronto trip, I did that most scandalous of things.  I left the big camera home and only brought the little camera, and even then I more or less left the camera alone while we were there.  Shocking I know.  Every once in a while it has to be done though.  We’ll have to settle for just one picture of the concert (the always fabulous Jukebox the Ghost…they’ve got a new song from their upcoming album on their site and you should go listen now).

jtg 6-26-14As for other activities while we were there, SOMA chocolate will always be worth your time, and The Boy assures me that the Ontario Spring Water Sake Company is also a good place to drop by if you happen to like sake (which I apparently don’t, but everyone has some flaw).  There was a small yarn indulgence at Romni Wools, a bit of breakfast at Lady Marmalade, and dinner at Indie Alehouse (fantastic).   But there was also a much-needed afternoon nap, because the thought of being all industrious and seeing more things made us both a bit weak in the knees.

At least in theory, things should settle down for the next few weeks.  Who knows, I may even actually knit something.

Sing me a Song

Sunday evening found us in a most unusual state.  Instead of being tucked up safely at home in our pajamas, we actually got up, got dressed and left the house.  This is especially impressive as The Boy was just getting over a nasty cold and I seemed to have accidentally encouraged some sort of alien parasite to take up residence on my tonsils and stab me each time I did anything so injudicious as breathe.  But, Jukebox The Ghost was playing right in our very own town.  We regularly leave the state to hear them play (and we drove down to Columbus the very day I got back from the retreat…despite the rather epic lack of sleep), so there was no way we were missing a show in our backyard.

It was a zoo (the show sold out), and I didn’t feel like wrestling with the crowd to fight my way to a spot where I could get a picture of the whole stage, so you’ll have to make do with a picture of blondie here on the guitar.  I promise the rest of them were there too.  You really should go give their stuff a listen, it’s irritatingly good.

I’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programing shortly as I have actual finished things to show you and thus can prove I’ve not been felled by the tonsil parasite.

Ran Away, Part 2

You know those days where everything just seems to line up and work?  Lots of stuff gets done without any feeling of being rushed or frantic?  Yeah, somehow we managed to have a whole weekend like that.  I’ll do the abbreviated version here.  (Why? Because it’s my website and I totally use it for shameless reminders of where I went when and oh what was that cool restaurant and when did we visit those folks and a whole list of other things.  That’s why.  I totally encourage you to go find a more interesting corner of the internet today if needs be.)

Friday we rolled out of town and headed to Ithaca.  We stopped off at The Brewerie in Erie for dinner.  We’d been meaning to stop in there for ages, but somehow only ever managed to be in town on Sundays, and they’re closed Sundays.  Yummy beer (embarrassingly enough, I liked the watermelon one, which sounds terribly unlikely, but is nonetheless true), good food.  Totally worth driving away from the highway to get to (we seem to go through Erie on the way to other places a lot, and often want to get lunch/dinner and never quite managed to find a place we liked…now we’ve fixed that, so long as we’re not through on Sunday).

Then it was on to The Haunt (I would link but the site plays loud advertisements, it’s easy to find if you need it) for the show.  Jukebox the Ghost was fabulous as always (pretend I inserted a moving and inspiring speech here about how you should go see them, then arrange to go see them, mkay?).  That let out late (or I’m old…I totally wouldn’t discount the old possibility), so it was off to bed.

The next day we figured we’d hit a few of our favorite purveyors of adult beverages.  We’ve been coming here since we were first um…old enough to drink.  Our first stop was Bellwether.  They do amazing and have a resident loaner kitten.  We stocked up on provisions, and headed out again.

On the way to our next stop, boy spotted a sign:

I, I had totally missed the sign (I was busy knitting you see).  A conversation ensued.  It went something like this.

The Boy: You like Schaefer Yarn, don’t you.

Me: Yes, yes indeed I do (this then followed by a brief discourse on their yummy yarns and the projects I’d undertaken therewith).

The Boy: They’re around here, aren’t they?

Me: Yup, hence the alarming size of the bags of yarn that leap into the car when we visit the yarn stores in these parts.

The Boy: Wanna go?

Then came a blur wherein I said I didn’t think it was the sort of place one could just go visit, he mentioned the wee sign, I spluttered incoherent mumblings of joy, and he pointed the car in the right direction.  Which is where we’ll pick up the tale next time.  For while the weekend was streamlined and efficient, it seems my account of it is neither, and I fear I may have rambled on too long.

Ran Away

Friday afternoon we set kittens up to be self sufficient for a day or two, tossed a change of clothes in a bag, flung some things in the car, and ran away.  Our favorite band, Jukebox The Ghost, was playing in Ithaca.  We were unable to resist.  If you find them in a town near you, you shouldn’t resist either.

There’s lots of yarny stuff to report too, but it will have to wait till later in the week.  But don’t worry, it’s coming.  I just have to see if I can get my camera to behave long enough to release the rest of its pictures.