The night before I travel, I never sleep. Generally, I'm not a fretter - maybe when I'm on trial, but that's usually because I have my opening or closing running through my head, or perhaps I'm doing a fabulous Perry Mason cross examination in my waking dream. But, in general, my mom and my brother are the ulcer-makers, and I get a full eight hours. So, what did I keep myself up all night worrying about, the night before a completely relaxing retreat to Christina's parents Bed and Breakfast on Cape Code, the Joy House? Possible turbulence, as Ernesto approached? No. Lost luggage, it's never happened to me before, but there's always a first time? Nah. No, I watched the minutes on the clock tick by while I worried about whether I should spend the $26.00 + tip to take a cab to the airport, or whether I should get up early, and drag my weighted down bag to the train, for a mere $7.
Even though I was up in plenty of time to take the train, I opted for the cab. Why not splurge? I reasoned, money is tight, but it's not like I'm spending money on a hotel room, or even a roundtrip ticket. And, really, how much yarn could I really buy on the Cape?
Gosh I wish I had that $26 back when the Lobster Pot lady pulled out her orphan skeins of cashmere that she was willing to part with at cost . . .
Needless to say, I should have taken the train. I've been hemorraghing money all over the Cape, as we've visited yarn stores from Plymouth to Dennis to Chatham, and back again. I've purchased cashmere, and mohair, and sock yarn, and alpaca. I've bought needles to get projects started (I've already finished a cashmere sock . . . but more on that later), beads to make stitchmarkers, and of course, patterns.
Tomorrow, we're going whale watching. Hopefully, the boat won't capsize - my yarn needs a good home, and I intend to provide it!
More adventures from the Joy House tomorrow!