packable projects & blogistory

I completed three whole rows in the car before C felt ill on the drive south.  After the third stop in less than 30 minutes, the writing on the wall was in big BOLD CAPITOL  letters.  This was going to be a long ride home.  So, I drove.  We got here.  I’ll unpack, do the laundry, and start to repack for Florida.  Minus whatever degrees to 80..  that’ll take a little preparation.  I don’t travel light.  Knitting, should there be spinning involved, a spindle or wheel, or none of the above.. books, knitting, a new project, find a pattern, yarn, computer?, just a memory stick?  These questions must be answered in the next couple days.  The flight is Monday morning.  We’re taking care of C’s elderly and somewhat addled Mom in a very small rented apartment in a city we know nothing about.   I need diversions.  I don’t sit still well.  Anyone know of a LYS in Fort Lauderdale?  I just remembered the Must Have.  I’d sort of put it out of my mind the past week or so.  (Is that what happened to you, Norma?)  ;-))

Wendy and Margene recently wrote about their first blog entries.  I couldn’t remember when I started to blog so I went back in my files and found that my first post was August 1 2003.  I used Frontpage.  What a learning curve that was.  I sweated it out and learned a lot.  Cindy and I had been reading Wendy’s blog for several months or more, and had been talking about it during Tuesday night knitting.  She showed me Frontpage.  Having a blog made so much sense to me.  Traveling back and forth between Vermont and RI while keeping up with friends and sharing projects was always a challenge.  Blogging seemed like the perfect sharing medium.  Cindy and I agreed that this would be a great way to stay ‘in touch’.  The conversational catch up would be so much easier.  It wouldn’t have to stop.   It’s been great fun.  Last winter, Cindy co hosted ‘smatterings’ by inserting my emailed posts from Honduras into my blog for me.  It’s been an enriching experience.  I’ve met (virtually and in person) so many people; friends that I have morning coffee with, bloggers sharing ideas and life stories.   That’s blogistory.