I hate the bus at 8:30 am on a weekday, possibly even more than the Skytrain at the same time. Skytrain’s more crowded, but the bus is more… sticky. The only reason why I was on said bus was that my bike is at James’ house and I wasn’t walking over there this morning.
Last night I stopped at the grocery store to get some food to take to a potluck, then walked to the location of said potlock. It was raining (pouring by BC standards… I am from Ontario, and so in my opinion it was raining at a normal volume). Guy comes up next to me, sticks his umbrella over my head, and says, “Nice yacket!” I have a yellow rain coat, which was keeping my nice and dry inside. I tried to brush him off, since he did NOT have a rain coat and was getting soaking wet without his umbrella, which I didn’t really need. He wouldn’t have it and walked with me for two blocks before giving me another parting compliment on my yacket.
I am trying to decide between evening activities. Go to knitting night at the yarn store, or clean my house? I badly screwed up a part of the shawl I’m working on by thinking I had the pattern sufficiently memorized, and I will need to either take out six rows (over 2000 stitches), or undo four sections of six rows by six stitches and do them up again by themselves, which rivals intarsia for stress inducement.
On the other hand my house is a mess.
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