I finally had to face that I cannot find my watch. I have searched high and low for it, but the Fairy of Missing Things has not seen fit to give it up yet. So I bought a new one. Not expensive, but functional and stylish. I haven't owned a Swatch since they first came out in the 80s, when I wore three of them on my left arm (including the one with the band that smelled like strawberry) and thought I was the coolest girl in school. I looked at several, including one in signature Knit Happens colors, but when I saw the sheep, well, I knew.
Technically it's a "Sweet Dreams" watch. The words around the face say "Sweet Dreams" in several different languages. But you and I both know that it's actually the perfect knitterly watch. I mean, look at how absolutely adorable those little sheep are! And yes, it even has a little black sheep at the very bottom of the band. How could I turn away?
Cell Phone Suicide
We were in the car on the way to the Tech when I suddenly realized that I did not have the cell phone with me. Disaster. Tragedy. I cannot live without my cell phone. Or so I have come to believe. I was struck with the horrible notion that I might *gasp!* miss a call. I had a bad feeling about it. One of those bad feelings when you just know if you don't listen to it your whole day will be ruined. We drove back home and I went to the last place I remembered seeing it. No phone. I looked all over the kitchen. No phone. The living room. No phone. The bedroom. No phone. Finally I went back down to the car and searched through purse, knitting bag, entire minivan. No freakin' phone. Upstairs again, enlisting help of small footsoldiers (also known as my children). No phone anywhere. I called my number from the landline. I know I had the ringer on. Called Starbucks to see if I dropped it while ordering my Caramel Frapp. Nope. Then I turned to the sink. The pancake bowl, soaking in the righthand basin had an unearthly glow about it. Sure enough, I reached into the murky water and pulled out the guilty cell phone which apparently has an underwater homing beacon. It's been drying out all day. The doctors tell me it doesn't look good. The LCD refuses to light. Complete lack of responsiveness. She's not expected to make it through the night. We are not happy - especially since she joined us just this January. We thought she was making the transition just fine. If this isn't incentive for me to do the dishes right away, I don't know what is. Sinking cell phone suicide. It's not pretty.
The day wasn't a complete loss though. After I dried my tears (and the cell phone, as best I could manage), we had a good time at the Tech, exploring the Inventor's Workshop and the space exploration area – did you know that I only weight 26 pounds on the moon? I need to go their more often. We also got to do the jetpack simulator and I rode the Segway Human Transporter which is driven by the rider's balance. Totally cool! We only stayed about an hour and a half though. K2 burns out pretty fast and then loses all patience for being there. That's why we're members of the museum. We can go whenever we want!
Golden Valley is at Row 74. Getting more gorgeous by the minute. I worked on her through 4 episodes of West Wing, Season Two on DVD and plan to work more on her tomorrow evening and during the day if I have a moment to spare. The partitions in the new office need to be assembled tomorrow, but I don't think I'll be there the whole day. Did I mention that tomorrow is the first day in the new real estate office? Since it's my stepdad and me running the thing I can knit during down time. So Charlotte really does have a shot at being finished this week. Nothing else was looked at or even thought of in terms of knitting today. I've totally fallen victim to Charlotte Fever. I've really gotten into the groove of the pattern – though I'm no ready to let my stitchmarkers go. I'm even kicking around ideas for a new shawl pattern based on the Charlotte construction. Graph paper is already to hand. Stay tuned.
Lastly, here's a shot of my little beauties. Happy Tuesday!
And in case you're wondering, no, K1 is not an amputee or otherwise physically disabled. She just decided to try a stork pose for this picture.