I worked on the pink sweater on the train, as I’d planned, although a hangnail in just the wrong place kept snagging on the yarn and causing painful trouble. Don’t you just hate that? Anyway, by the end of traveling, I’d gotten up to the part where the sweater is split for the neck opening. Not bad progress, but not great either. I will have to sit down and dedicate some serious time to it tonight and tomorrow. Maybe I can even get it finished by the end of the weekend! That would be ideal. Then I’ll just need to find or make twenty tiny buttons, and I can give the sweaters to the niecelets at their baby-naming ceremony, which will be held at the end of the month.

Perhaps unfortunately, I didn’t knit at all for the whole weekend because I was having a great time being a tourist instead. I’ve been wanting to go see the Little Red Lighthouse which lives under the Great Gray Bridge for a long time. I read the book so many times when I was young, and a few years ago when I found myself reading it aloud to a friend’s daughter, I resolved that I would go see the lighthouse for myself. After all, how many opportunities does one get to visit a scene from a favourite childhood book? Although the lighthouse wasn’t open for tours (despite being told that it was open every other Saturday) I’m still so glad that I went to see it. I admired the view and took lots of pictures, and ran around on the river rocks for a while, and basically had a completely unselfconscious awesome afternoon.

I did not ask to go to any yarn stores while we were in New York. I am just as shocked at this statement as anyone else who knows me might be.

Yesterday while I was driving home I saw a lump in the road. At first I thought it was a rock, but when I stopped the car so that I could kick it out of the way, the rock moved! I gave the “rock” a nudge in the tail end and it started to hurry across the road, but hurrying apparently meant running six inches and then stopping to consider the distance, so I hurried it along by picking it up (carefully, in case it was a biting rock) and giving it some help. Hopefully it learns to stay off roadways and in the safety of the woods, but somehow I doubt it.

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One Response to “In Which the Pirate is a Tourist.”
  1. Karen says:

    Just the other day I was driving down the road and there was a turtle sitting on the side as if waiting to cross the street. I was tempted to stop and help him (or her) across but I didn’t have to because a jogger came along and did it for me:)

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