Nothing to See Here

I'm still alive here, though sometimes it doesn't quite feel like it.

The house we sold in California closed yesterday instead of on the first. When we scheduled movers, the latest date they had was the 25th. Turns out the other side of the transaction assumed that meant we could close early and she could arrange moving help for this weekend.

We needed to make an over-night trip back to Seattle, where I am right now, and assumed we'd have the weekend to get the last bits moved and to clean. We got it done early. I ache all over. Unfortunately, that includes my hands, especially the tendons at the base of  my right thumb. So I knit only in small chunks. And I curse the Land Rover which causes some of the hand problems if we drive long distances, like to the airport, because the steering on it takes so much work.

I did get about an inch and a half knit on my Casbah scarf while I sat and waited for the movers to have a packing question. At the other end, just three miles away, I had too much in the way of giving directions and answering questions to knit. I knit another inch on the plane ride down. No new photos. Look at the last photo I posted and imagine another two or so inches.

In 45 minutes I'll head back to the airport under a snow advisory here in Seattle. No snow yet and I hope all I get done is another inch on the plane. If we do have delays, I'll be glad I knit.

Comments

[Karen B.]

I have not read the post after this one, but I'm certainly hoping you've been able to catch your breath by now. And oy, the tendons in your hands. Better now?