The Odds

I suppose it had to happen eventually. The weekend trip gone wrong. We went in a different vehicle, a 1996 Chrysler Town and Country. Me driving, and the Man riding shotgun as usual. We had driven up to Oshkosh, and had just exited the highway traveling West to a small town, Mount Morris, when we both heard the thump. Then the ding ding ding of an alarm, then I had no steering. We turned around, and found a gas station/mini mart. The steering belt of the car had snapped, and the water pump for the engine broken. What are the chances of it getting repaired on a Saturday afternoon? After spending time at the Fleet Farm, where they said they couldn't do the repair, we left the car overnight at a tire shop. We took a cab back and forth to the hotel, a LaQuinta, which will let you have your pet in a non-smoking room (!) At noon today, we were motoring out of town. We were both pretty much undaunted by the experience, and Piccolo traveled like a little angel. I'm trying to convince the Man that we need to live somewhere where we could accommodate a king size bed. The three of us are stuffed into a full at Lucky Penny headquarters, and it was a vacation, let me tell you, to have all of us sprawled out on that king.

Here's a knit gone wrong. Beautiful pattern, Bonne Marie's Cece, and lovely yarn, Berroco Ultra Alpaca. Together, not so good. I think the lace gets lost with this yarn. So, I've caught it early, before it became a sweater that would never be worn.