Over the Rainbow

From the Mouths of Babes

Just a quick note from the State of Emergency, where many soggy fat quarters are in the washer, the wool dhurrie rug is hanging over the back fence and the sleeping bag is draped across the porch swing. The Good News: Yarn stash was stacked securely in plastic bins. The Bad News: Family photographs (the whole family, generations' worth) were in a cardboard box on the floor. Spread now across the kitchen counters, they may dry, or at least be partially salvageable.

Ah, but the title of this post? Last night on my trip to collect Wee C, a journey that, round-trip, is usually 25 minutes max, the flooding streets and highways put everything normal asunder. It took me 25 minutes just to reach her at Pammy's, and then we spent two hours getting home. Sometime shortly after I'd crossed the first-hour mark, as we sat locked between flooded expressway exits, Caroline said to me, with gentle encouragement, How about you knit a little bit?

Oh, sweet child, if only I hadn't left the office poncho project at work! At least she had several amusements to entertain herself, along with a few Goldfish and Cheerios. I was close to losing it when we finally eased up the on-ramp, having all 180'd our vehicles during the hours of blockage. Needless to say, no knitting last night as planned, what with damage control on various leaks, but I am binding off Rainbow Penny right now, and will wear it to work ~ and the preschool open house ~ tomorrow!