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What is it about Wednesdays?

This is the second time that work has foiled my attempt at getting to Spinnity's knitting meet-up. I didn't leave my office in San Francisco until close to 7:00, and by the time I retrieved my car from the parking deck, got gas, and got on the 101-South, it was 7:40. By the time I got to San Jose it was 8:30. Too late to get to the meetup in Saratoga before everyone left.

This is only the second time I have driven to work in oh, gosh, 6 or 7 months. I usually take the train. It's an hour and 30-45 minute drive in traffic or a 53 minute train ride. Pretty much a no brainer which is the better option. Today though I had problems. Want to hear them? Of course you do! When I set my alarm last night, I dusted off the clock. Apparently I dusted the volume wheel right into the silent position. The neighborhood rooster woke me up at 7:15, which is exactly the time I need to be pulling out of the driveway to catch the train that will get me to work in time to check my email and get coffee before my 9:30 meeting. Needless to say I didn't make it. I hopped into the shower, threw on some clothes, jumped in the car and drove on up to San Francisco. I made it in time, but holy moley, it was a junky drive and I don't want to do it again anytime soon. I like taking the train. I can knit or watch a DVD on my laptop (or both), or I can read, or work. Or do absolutely nothing but look out the window. The drive is not so fun. You have to pay attention when you are driving.

And guess what!?! It cost me $50 to fill my tank with gas today. FIFTY DOLLARS. I actually didn't fill the tank completely, that's just where the pump shut off. I didn't bother to re-swipe my ATM card to add that last half gallon. The price of gas at the gas station this evening was $2.83 a gallon! I saw on the news the other day that the national average was like $2.32. I'd love to find a station with that kind of price.

Oh man, I totally sound like an old man, complaining about the high cost of gas. Next thing you know I'll be fussing about kids today not knowing how good they have it, and how back in the day when I was just a young whippersnapper I had to work the nightshift at the coal mine to pay for my yarn, and I had to walk to the yarn shop barefoot, in the snow, uphill both ways.

One of my girlfriends has a birthday on Saturday. I didn't know until late yesterday, and I want to knit her something. I don't know what it will be, but I have the feeling the item that will be delivered to her on Saturday will consist of a picture printed from my computer (on real photo paper just to snazz it up a little), a 4x4 swatch of the yarn I'll be using, and an estimated date of completion. What with my taxes yet to be completed, work being very busy right now, and my garage sale on saturday I will be lucky to get even the swatch done. Oh well. It's the thought that counts right? And I honestly didn't know Saturday was the big day....

posted by KackieC @ 11:17 PM