Sigh. And just when you think that you're done with everything.
If you'll recall, I mentioned that I have to go back to Idyllwild to lay down some more tracks for the CD. Well, it's time. We're leaving on Sunday and coming back on Friday. The cabin we stayed in last time is occupied, so we got a different one. This one is more modern with views that stretch on forever. It was a choice between this one and another one with even better views, but the lady at the rental office said that she preferred this one - "Bruin Pines" - so I took her recommendation. After all, she was right about the other one. I also like the name. In my culture, fall is the season where Bear goes into her cave, so it's the season for putting away the year's bad shit and allowing it to transform into good shit for the spring when Bear comes out of her cave. It's also a season for preparation for winter and the beginning of reflection. I'm looking forward to it - the shopping is to die for - but I hope the weather cools down. It was over 100 degrees there the day before yesterday and is supposed to be 100 today, although the reports say it will be in the 70's while we're there. Most of those cabins don't have A/C - only two of those I looked at do - so we have to rely on fans. Emma seems to be doing better with the heat, so I think we'll take our portable fans with us to put in the bedroom and family rooms. There are only two ceiling fans in this one, but it's also a lot flatter than the first. I'm rambling. That's what happens when I try to post when I just get up.
I am SO glad that fall is here. It's no surprise to any of you that I HATE summer. Fall is much nicer. It also means that winter is right around the corner, which is my favorite season. I love the cold. I love putting on sweats and bumming around. I'm such a glamorous broad. No wonder Hubster married me almost 20 years ago.
Speaking of the man himself, he surprised me with a really nice gift... well, we each get one and they're coming today. Because he has to work while we're there and there isn't an Internet hookup in this one, he got us each a Blackberry. His acts as a modem, while mine is the "standard" one. That means I can get my email and respond to it while I'm gone. The shop will remain open, but I obviously can't fill orders. Anybody who places an order from Saturday through Friday of this coming week won't have it shipped until the following Monday (October 6). I need a few days to rest up; besides, there's that small matter of no mail on Sundays.
CHECK OUT THE SHOP. THERE ARE NEW VENDORS SELLING EVERYTHING FROM NOTHING BUT ALPACA TO CUSTOM-MADE CROCHET HOOKS TO SOAP TO... well, you get the message. For those of you who don't realize that you can click on the sidebar button, the addy is:
I'm trying to add all the new vendors I have right now, but I don't know if I'll get the job done before we leave. There's so much to do, including getting the ad ready for Interweave Knits. We'll be in the Winter issue which hits the stands on November 15th. Check us out in the Resource Section - I think that's what it's called - in the back of the magazine. KaratStix will be on the same ad as us.
So what else is going on? Not much - just work and knitting. I've begun a new pair of socks - they have a Victorian swag pattern on the leg - out of White Willow's "Neverland". Her yarn is just spectacular, and I wish I could carry it in the shop. She can't do it, though, and I completely understand. So I just buy it for myself. :) I've got to begin packing up for the trip, but my knitting bag is the last to go. My flutes are almost ready to go, and we have all the shit we took the last time, so we're packing the truck and getting as much done as possible by Saturday night. That way, we can get out of here before afternoon. I'm not going to try and leave at 5:00 a.m. - that just won't work - but I'd like to get out of here by 7:00 a.m. or so. Then we can see what the mountain looks like on the way up during the day. We can also see the cabin instead of me crammed on the dashboard with my big flashlight aimed at street signs.
My dear friend Sheryl sent me a care package from England which included the cutest little sheep (she's hanging on my knitting bag), a gorgeous skein of yarn, and some other goodies from a show she went to, including a bookmark made of sheep poo. I loved it, but then again, I'm just twisted enough to like something like that. I'll have Hubster take pictures of the loot before we leave.
I'm really sorry to be so boring, but there isn't anything fun to relate. As usual, thank you to everyone who left comments on my last post. I love comments, so keep them coming. Nothing like a little gratuitous begging.
And so I leave you all for a while. I'm not going to post while we're gone - I've never done the texting thing and won't be able to connect to the Internet unless I want to use Hubster's high-tech tool (and I'm not talking about his dick, either). Rather than screw something up, I'm just going to relax, knit, play my flute, hope that I don't have to do this again, relax, shop, knit, knit, knit... and eat. Sounds like a winner to me.
Be well, my dear friends, and I'll talk to you all next weekend. Be prepared for more cabin pictures. And Emma pictures.
And all manner of boring shit.