On Worldwide Knit in Public Day, June 10, I made the 100 mile round trip trek to the Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento to knit with a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen for awhile. Last Knit in Public Day event I had been to was in 2015, and we were outside where I had to sit on some hard ground. Well, it was the well manicured lawns around the capital building, but ground is ground and it can be hard on these middle-aged bones! Being indoors with air conditioning during a heatwave was a welcome relief and I didn’t have to constantly shift my weight for pressure compensation. It was a pleasant affair and I did enjoy myself immensely. We closed them out at 2:00 pm, and my friend and I walked to our metered parking spots where I discovered –
A parking ticket. I had been very careful to choose the time I wanted and paid up with a debit card and was unhappy. I’ve disputed the ticket, and now I’m in ticket limbo. Fun.
On a sad note, I had to put down my beautiful baby boy, my chocolate labrador retriever who was 12 years old, on June 29. We were there with him at the vet’s office when he passed peacefully. I’ve been crying on and off for the last few days – in fact, I just finished a crying jag. I have a Queensland Heeler and a Chihuahua mix rescue doggie, and they’re adorable, but they’re not my Mario. He was my 24/7/365 companion.
I’m not having a good year.
What’s happening with everyone else?