Gubenatorial Election Day here in New Jersey, so at lunch today, I stopped at the local elementary school to cast my vote for Govenor. It was unusual, though–every other time I’ve voted in my life has been at the firehouse up the road. That’s 20 years worth of votes in the same place–ever since my very first vote, ON my 18th birthday, FOR the President. (That was pretty cool timing.) Pity I couldn’t get excited about this race–I didn’t like either of the candidates, don’t trust either of them. How sad is it that I can’t even remember the last time I voted for somebody I liked, not the lesser of two evils?
But anyway, now, suddenly, I’m back in my old grade school. It’s been something like 24 years since I’ve been in there–I thought it was since I’d left in 6th grade, but remembered that I actually helped out in the library the summer I was in 8th grade. I’d walk, ride, or roller skate to the library–and remember reading a magazine article on the hottest movie of the summer, Raiders of the Lost Ark. Afterwards, I’d swing by my friend Dawn’s house and hang out with her and her other friends, listening to Beatles music. (This was the summer after John Lennon was killed, and the year we discovered the Beatles. Better late than never, right?)
Anyway, when I walked up to the table to get my ballot, the woman sitting there glanced up and said, “Hold on just a minute,” because . . . she was knitting! She wanted to finish her row. Really, I entirely understood. If you’re interested, she was knitting the front and back of a sweater at the same time, on wooden, straight needles, though I didn’t see the kind of yarn. Nor did I think to ask if I could take a picture, since just at that moment, my mail carrier walked in. Usually, I only see her when she’s got a package to deliver, or if we’re out walking Chappy, in which case she’ll squeal to a stop to say hello to my boy.
Speaking of squealing to a stop. As I was driving home tonight (being followed, incidentally, by my father and his golfing buddy, just off the highway), I got to my street, started to turn right, when . . . I saw Ella, a Texas Blue Lacy , one of Chappy’s best doggie friends, standing at the corner, all by herself. I know she has a tendency to wander off, and would hate for anything to happen to her, so I pulled over and called her name–but she wanted nothing to do with me. Meanwhile, Dad and Walter came to the intersection and turned left, on their way to vote, and two other cars came along and stopped, to try to catch Ella. She wouldn’t come near any of us, but since her house was just down the road, I got back in my car and went to ring their bell. The Mom was right there with her car keys, ready to go looking for Ella. (Apparently, Ella will only come if she’s in the car, I guess she wants the ride home in luxury?) Her Mom thanked me and said that I would have had no trouble if I’d had Chappy with me (true!). I told her that, if they hadn’t been home, my next step would have been to go home and GET Chappy to entice her over!
I got back in the car and headed back toward the corner. One of the other drivers was still there, trying to coax Ella within reach. I stopped again, and opened my door, and this time, Ella came running over. (Maybe because I was coming from the “right” direction??) She actually came close enough I was able to scratch her chin and get my fingers under her collar, just as her Mom pulled up. Phew!
Do I need to tell you how nervous this sort of thing makes me? Having lost Katy to a car–and that to a fluky ball bounce at exactly the wrong moment, not because she had a tendency to wander–it worries me so much when I see dogs wandering around unattended. Especially a medium-sized dog with a dark coat, that’s harder to see. At the very least, they need to get that girl a reflective collar! You can imagine, Chappy was just a little put out with me when I got home–I saw two of his best friends today without him. I did take him for a walk, though, and showed him where I’d seen Ella, so he forgave me–eventually.
Now, I have been knitting but don’t have any progress photos to show you. I’ve got about 4-5″ of my Union Square Market Pullover sleeves done. I’m knitting them both at the same time–since I’m feeling my way through the pattern for them, I’m not counting on my being able to remember everything I did on one when I get to the second, so . . . same time! I’ve also got about 7″ of my Knitted tote bag–that needs to be about 13″, so I’m making progress!
Oh, and spinning? Can I just tell you how much I’m loving my Woolee Winder. Those of you who have one, won’t be surprised. Those of you who don’t spin, probably won’t appreciate it. But to those of you who spin but don’t have one? My, oh, my! I spun for 45 minutes last night and only had to stop to join new lengths of roving . . . no moving the sliding flyer guide, no moving from hook to hook . . . the flyer did all that work for me. I’m in love.
So, there you have it. A normal-enough day, but with some extra interest, even if there aren’t any exciting photos to share. A KIP at a PPP (public polling place). A sight-seeing dog. The coincidence of both Dad and me coming home at the exact same moment, and both of us taking a detour at the same corner. Knitting progress. A new spinning toy . . . and you know, I think it’s just as well that I decided to bypass NaNoWriMo. I want to spend my time to play with my new spinning toys, not writing! Well, except to you. You’re special.
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