One of those days...
I thought that yesterday would be a normal day, running an errand or two, going to work, sipping on a glass of wine after work....a well planned enjoyable day. Obviously, I did something to screw up my Karma.
In the morning, I loaded my car with all my recycling. There is a depot on the way to work and it has been easy in the past to stop by, unload and then go home to a clean garage. All the big green bins have been moved. It appears as though the depot has become a victim of more construction in Bridgeland. (I'm actually afraid to drive down that road again , just in case it were there and I was driving by too fast to notice)
I phoned a another YOL knitter to help her interpret the edging pattern on the Phoenix Rising shawl. While talking with her, I realised that I had made a mistake in the way I had read the pattern...20 rows back...20 long rows....at least 10 hours of knitting. Everyone, and I mean everyone told me to leave it. A blind man galloping by on a horse wouldn't see it. It was a design change. If I wasn't going to enter it into the Stampede, no one would notice that it was different. It bugged me. I thought about it all day long.
The knitters came for S'nB and Trish had made the run at the Sushi restaurant. I had just started to enjoy a tasty order of Tempura before I had a glass of wine and finished D's socks. The styrofoam container slipped off my lap and landed upside down on the floor. A more prepared blogger would have the camera ready and taken a picture, but I was to busy cursing.
I went home in defeat, with my old newspapers and tin cans still in my car. The wine would have to wait. I had a shawl to rip. By midnight I had all the stitches back on the needle and had re knit the first row. Everyone was right. I should have left it.
Today will be better.