Parallel-parking

Last time I told you about deliciousness overload and it seems like that wasn’t the only overload I met. It turned out that Tuesday made me really tired last night and I fell asleep without being able to do anything of what I had expected to do. Blog was one thing. Finish clue #3  on my mystery knit-along was another thing. None of this happened and instead I though I would be really alert today but that is not the case. I’m still tired and sleepy and I have a budding headache that I don’t want to acknowledge.

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So what happened on Tuesday? Well, few things make me feel so grown-up as driving people to and from the airport. Now, I’m not going to the airport looking for people to drive home, that would be almost kidnapping and also difficult to combine with a full-time job, but when my friends need a lift, I’m happy to help out. On Tuesday Agnieszka was due to come home from the States and I was ready, both for her to come home and to go pick her up. Since I am my mother’s daughter I made sure I had plenty of time and I arrived safe and sound at the parking lot. Apparently there were quite a few people who had the same errand at the airport as me because there were a lot of cars in the parking lot. I must have only subconsciously noticed this because I saw a parking space and I went for it. It was only when I was in the middle of actually parking that I realized that apparently this was the time I had thought best to learn how to parallel-park. It all went well though, probably because I didn’t stop to think what I was doing and thus never had time to freak out.

At the airport I had some time to kill so I took out my knitting to entertain myself and one pattern repeat and half a thumb’s worth of decreases the boards told me that Agnieszka’s plane was approaching. I put my knitting back in the bag and went to stand closer to the door, a little held back by a huge group travel from Frankfurt who had decided that just in front of me was a great place to meet up. I got great directions to where their bus was parked (it was apparently white) since their guide was quite loud and I’m pretty sure that if they hadn’t moved toward their bus by the time I got a text from Agnieszka confirming that her luggage had arrived and that she was heading my way, I would have taken on the role of escorting them to their bus (still the white bus behind the other bus) which might have been a little risky since it’s been a while since I last took German.

Well, the Frankfurt group travel must have found their bus because they left without my assistance and finally I had a clear view of the door through which Agnieszka came mere moments later. It was a sweet reunion and I’m so glad that we are in the same country again. We put her luggage in the trunk of the car and drove off.

Once we were at Agnieszka’s street it was again hard to find parking and Agnieszka suggested a spot along the street but by then I thought I had practised paralell-parking enough for one day. I might take it up again someday. Or maybe not.

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Agnieszka also brought the yarn she helped me pick up last Friday. It was a good color and soft and nice and I’m sure I will make something nice out of it. I find it hard to come by nice aran weight in Sweden, I don’t know why. Maybe this could be a business concept…?

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When I came back home I had a notification from the post office that I could go pick up a box. A box of yarn. The best kind of mail (except letters from Lyndsey, which I also happened to get on Tuesday, yay!). I think that even the box looks delicious. That might also be because I know who the sender is.

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The box contained an order I made a few weeks ago when I had a knitting attack and realized I could not possibly continue with the work-in-progress such as it was. The colors were wrong.

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Now though, I’m sure I will find something that goes better with the pattern and the main color. After all, I have eight new delicious skeins to choose from. I’ve put them in the freezer while I’m thinking it through. I will choose carefully, it would really be horrible if it turns out later that I have to start over once more.