To add to what I said earlier about the tri loom workshop.... Friday started with the worst snow storm of the year.... and it was the first day of spring. Usually this is neither here nor there since March is usually a month like a mad dog in Nefoundland and I'm a good Newfy.... in other words I'm used to snow in March. But for some reason when I woke up on March 21 this year at 4:30 a.m. (that was bad enough) and looked out my window to see the street light opliterated by snow falling I was most upset. Meanwhile Daughter #2 came to me and said, "Mom my sinuses are really blocked and I'm coughing too much to sleep." This is not good! Hubby and I are supposed to be going window shopping (that doesn't mean looking through windows at items for sale that means shopping for windows for the new addition) in just a few hours, after which I am supposed to take Hubby to the airport before a lovely weekend of spinning and weaving and drinking tea.
Daughter #2 has sinuses so bad that her nose is swolen. She looks like sh--! I can't leave this poor child to the mercy of Mudder. She is likely to poor molases and Buckly's down her throat! And then there is my ailing father. Fadder has serious health issues and even a cold can land him in the hospital. I know this is the end of my workshop and retreat. My brain begins furiously working to figure out what I can do..... but by 7 a.m. and full daylight, I am resigned to my by now coughing daughter holding me back. I finally admit to Hubby who is crawling out of bed that I can't go and he has to get a ride to the airport with his travelling partner.
We get Daughter #1 ready for school and I proceed to load up Daughter #2 with medication while Hubby drives Daughter #1 to school. A short while later Hubby arrives home and says that he just passed his ride, who has already left. Panic sets in because now I know I am going to be driving in the, by now, heavy snow fall. I call my wonderful friend who was supposed to put me up for the night, with the news that I won't be coming. Disappointment abounds on all sides. I have told her that maybe I can make it to the workshop the next day. But when Hubby arrives with the news of his missed ride I call again to let her know that I will be coming after all and that I have no choice but to leave Daughter #1 and 2 with the parents and hope that Fadder doesn't catch anything. WF (wonderful friend) says that I can bring Daughter #2 with me..... Solution at last! Fadder won't get sick, Hubby will make it to the airport and I will get to have a spinning day and my tri loom workshop.... I might even get in some window shopping. And so begins the fury to get ready!
Packing was a mad scrabble and I through myself into forgetting half of what I needed including fibre for weaving.... I'd like to know how a person can weave if they forget their weaving yarn..... obviously my head is not screwed on.... it didn't matter as I'm almost stashless anyway.... that's bad... bad, bad, bad! Being stashless is like being nacked. ACK! (I'm not completely stashless as it turns out I have discovered this morning as there was a few suitable skeins of yarn in a drawer that I had forgotten about. However I am already planning atri loom project with that stuff too!)
The day progressed as planned except I ended up in the ditch at WF's place. (This was no biggy as another friend... lets call her GF for good friend, came along and pulled me out of the ditch with their truck ... and there was no damage either.) I even got to learn how to knit a mobias scarf at a different workshop on Friday night (the snow was grotesque when we came out of that one). The only drawback was that Daughter #1 had to spend the weekend with my parents which requires sainthood!
The snow fell and the wind blew and it was more winter than spring. Driving was treacherous, but I got my windows picked out. And I loved learning how to weave on the tri loom. The instructor was scarey but that's another story for another day.
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