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 sure a few of you yarn crafters out there had a pleasant I Love Yarn Day. You made plans, you had fun, made some new friends, and you had fun. I’m glad for you, and quite envious in the same breath. I made plans, and that’s where it all started going wrong.
A good friend and fellow crafter, Kris Johnston, posted about a yarnbomb event in both New York and San Francisco, in their respective Union Squares, from noon to 2:00 pm. I love San Francisco, and I wanted to do something special for this year’s I Love Yarn Day. It seemed I had found my “thing”. I contacted Kris and a date was made. Being the little kid I truly am, not a 51 year-old middle aged woman, I couldn’t sleep very well the night before, so I slept in. I texted Kris, who was all sweetness and understanding, then ran out of the door. We’d be a little late, but we’d still catch the action. That was the plan.
While driving to pick up Kris, I realized I had a headache, and it had the hints of being a migraine. Sometimes this happens, and then the headache would go away.
I picked up Kris, we gassed up and went. Being two ladies of a certain age, we had to make a pit stop at Peet’s Coffee. This took no small amount of time, but we both decided that we’d still be able to hit the yarnbomb with an hour left. She checked her iPad app for traffic and felt confident that we could navigate around the red areas. What could go wrong?
By now, the headache has become more insistent, and I realize it won’t go away. I hadn’t talked about it yet, but feel it’s starting to affect my mood. Crap. As we near the Bay Area, traffic slows to a crawl, nothing unusual there. We cross the Bay Bridge and notice it’s being replaced by something not nearly as fun or impressive looking. Well, I’m sure it’s an improvement, but I really like the old design better.
We get off at the Fremont exit, and almost immediately, we’re trapped. And we stay trapped. Still trapped. Yup. We inched ahead whenever we could, but it was very slow going. We found a parking lot at Union Square itself, get ourselves situated, and found ourselves meandering across the street to hit up the bathrooms at Macy’s before checking out the alleged action.
When we get there, we found this. We weren’t that late, and I felt confident that there’d be somebody left behind with their project, enjoying the rare afternoon San Francisco sun, but I guess not. Pout.
We figured, while we there…you know. So we went and ate some wonderful Italian food at Caffe DeLucchi on Columbus, then we went for an espresso at Caffe Roma,
and then hit Molinari’s for some authentic Italian deli salamis and cheeses. From there it was China Town to walk in all the little shops.
The headache never went away, in fact, Kris had to drive my car back to her home, and then I drove the last hour to my home…of course. We still managed to have fun, but I was so incredibly disappointed to miss the yarnbomb, and yes, it was my fault for having slept in. Going to San Francisco is never a waste of time, but can be very trying when it comes to driving. NEXT time, I’ll make sure not to sleep through the alarm.