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The weekend recaplet
Jan. 9th, 2006 06:47 pmLP's graduation from nursing school on Friday kicked off the weekend. I knocked off work a little early and showed up to see her get an award (yay!) and get pinned. Because I'm me, I showed up about 15 minutes late (I got lost in the hospital) and couldn't sit with the LP tribe, so I sat/stood in the back of the room next to the less mobile folks and the squalling infants. I stood up and clapped real hard when LP got her award, and also managed to catch her eye and make goofy faces to try to get her to giggle through the phrases like "exceptional team player" and "positive outlook" and "bright future in nursing". When the thunderous applause subsided on LP, the grandma sitting on the bench leaned over next to me and said, "That's wonderful. Is that your daughter?"
I blinked. I told her no, LP wasn't my daughter. And then, because I'm just insecure and a little snarky, I added, "She was my college roommate." Because I'm only a little snarky, I failed to add that LP is SIX DAYS OLDER than I am. I sized up my outfit (cute!) and my skin (still pimply) and my hair (okay, it is "mom hair") and decided that she was loony. By the end of the ceremony, it was already funny.
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Saturday I discovered the joy of "Car Talk" for drowning out hymns sung by crazy people. I took a nap and helped LP move out of the apartment. Found a cat in the oven. Watched it rain inside my bathroom. Went out with the lovely and smart![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thistles and mimazu for beer and knitting talk.
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Sunday saw the first completion of Rogue's hood, which I will of course proceed to rip back and knit a few more times. Because I like to tempt fate, I let myself think last night of all the years I've been knitting and how I've almost never dropped a stitch. Casting off the hood, I look down and find a little live stitch wiggling a few rows back and thumbing its nose at me. I swear that it cackled. I'm not as thrilled with the hood and the progress as I expected to be, both because I'm getting tired of all the little fights and because the actual sweater, although bee-you-tee-ful, will never be as perfect as the platonic ideal of sweater that I've now got stuck in my head. I'm forcing myself to take a little time off before I pick it up again.
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Today I went back to school. I'm sad about not getting to goof off in the office any more, but it will eventually be nice to fall back into a routine.
I blinked. I told her no, LP wasn't my daughter. And then, because I'm just insecure and a little snarky, I added, "She was my college roommate." Because I'm only a little snarky, I failed to add that LP is SIX DAYS OLDER than I am. I sized up my outfit (cute!) and my skin (still pimply) and my hair (okay, it is "mom hair") and decided that she was loony. By the end of the ceremony, it was already funny.
***
Saturday I discovered the joy of "Car Talk" for drowning out hymns sung by crazy people. I took a nap and helped LP move out of the apartment. Found a cat in the oven. Watched it rain inside my bathroom. Went out with the lovely and smart
thistles and mimazu for beer and knitting talk. ***
Sunday saw the first completion of Rogue's hood, which I will of course proceed to rip back and knit a few more times. Because I like to tempt fate, I let myself think last night of all the years I've been knitting and how I've almost never dropped a stitch. Casting off the hood, I look down and find a little live stitch wiggling a few rows back and thumbing its nose at me. I swear that it cackled. I'm not as thrilled with the hood and the progress as I expected to be, both because I'm getting tired of all the little fights and because the actual sweater, although bee-you-tee-ful, will never be as perfect as the platonic ideal of sweater that I've now got stuck in my head. I'm forcing myself to take a little time off before I pick it up again.
***
Today I went back to school. I'm sad about not getting to goof off in the office any more, but it will eventually be nice to fall back into a routine.
