No, not the sock – it is still on the needles, very much unfinished. I managed to get the heel turned and the gusset decreased, but I still have about half the foot to go.
I was making good progress on Saturday morning, but was somewhat derailed by the weather actually being sunny, with extra sun, and an order of sunshine on the side. The completely unfamiliar warmth made me want to do non knitty things like wash all the laundry in the house and hang it on the clothesline, visit the neighbourhood ice cream shack for the first cone of the season, spend several hours trying to narrow down exactly which roses to buy for the garden, and entertain my parents who were still without electricity from Thursday’s wind storm.
The mission I did accomplish was passing my driver’s license exam. I am so very excited to scratch that one off the Mighty Life List. In fact, I was so happy at the end of my test that I wasn’t sure what the appropriate protocol is for thanking your examiner. Do you kiss them on the mouth?That seemed a bit much, but a handshake didn’t seem to convey how happy I was to have made it through to the other side. Now maybe I can stop having that recurring nightmare about having to tell my sixteen year old driver’s ed classmates that the old lady in the class failed her exam. While naked.
Oh yes, one of the boons of moving to a small town is that the only driver’s education classes available are through the high school, so you get to be the only adult in a class of thirty-six. Good times. Of course, knitting socks during the breaks probably vaulted my estimated age from elderly to positively ancient in the eyes of my fresh faced classmates.
I have to thank my parents and dearest Mr. Man, who spent many hours in the passenger seat while I gnashed my teeth and complained that I was never going to be able to do this driving thing with any sort of skill whatsoever. Also my friend Laurie who happily and confidently allowed me to drive her car yesterday. Her positive attitude and lack of white knuckled terror allowed me to finally believe that my loved ones might be right and I might be okay at this whole driving thing, and that they weren’t just being encouraging because they were worried they might have to spend another twenty years chauffeuring me around.
(I did especially appreciate how my driver examiner took the time to assure me that although I often drove “too slowly for conditions” that this lamentable habit should correct itself with practice. This is good to know, since I currently drive so cautiously that little old ladies pass me while giving me the finger. I would hate to get into a road rage incident with an octogenarian.)
I am pretty happy that I ended up scheduling my test on election day here in Canada – my obsessive reading of election coverage kept me from totally obsessing over the test, and going out to practice for several hours before the test got me away from the computer and obsessively reading about the election. That can only be for the best, since I was in so deep this morning I actually almost started replying to online newspaper comments. And we all know that path leads only towards madness.
