Interupted.

Good things can sometimes wreak havoc on the routine. Friday Al, Joe, and I ventured to Eugene to listen to Barack Obama address ten thousand eager pairs of ears. Three thousand more listened from the soccer field.

Still Smiling after a full day of speeches, questions, and hecklers.


Mike Bookie (the Source Arts and Culture Editor) and Joe-seph doing their Special Press Thing. Reporters always get the good seats.

It was a first come, first serve admission to the rally, so we were lucky to make it to Eugene by four, as the line already stretched around two blocks on both sides of the Court. The speech started at nine. I finished knitting a hat while waiting in line for five hours. Joe, with his fancy shmancy press pass, did not have to wait in line and got to sit on the ground level. We got better photos, however.
We were very, very glad to be able to witness democracy happening. And since this is not a political blog, that is all I will say about that.

Owl and Me (sporting the knewly knitted peacock blue hat) waiting for Barack to come out.

Saturday morning, we briefly visited our friends Jake, Laura, and son Neko (and their chickens) who had just moved to Eugene, then we ventured back home to rest. Sunday, my sister Erin and her husband Jason arrived for a quick spring break visit on their way to Ashland to see some theater. Al and Jason got some quality micro brew time. We learned a new card game, very fun, very addictive, whose name I shall not mention due to the fact that this is a family friendly blog. They will be back through on Thursday night. For the record- they both can testify to the Airstream's comfortable guest bed. Ha. All in all an enjoyable few days- but my consecutive days of yoga ended at sixty-eight, and I haven't been to the studio in almost a week. Memorables require sacrifice.

A stitch in Time

Sundays usually consist of either a hike or some kind of outdoor endeavor. Yesterday, after a nine am yoga class, Al and I decided to mellow out a bit. I had called my dear Heather friend in Tennessee the day before for her advice on begining to knit a cap, and really wanted to get going on it. Now, improvisation really works well in things like jazz, and in Al's case cooking (while I was knitting he was improvising a delicious curry). Improvisation doesn't work so well when knitting. I realized that my project was more leprechaun sized than husband sized. Oops.

The only local midgit at my disposal was Kelty.

She looks very happy, No? Well at least she won't get pinched today. Happy St. Patrick's Day!

East Coast Family

I don't mind being away from the studio if I get to be surrounded by my neice and nephew's happy faces... Unfortunately- I forgot to bring my click click click click camera... So nothing new to show today. I just wanted to take a moment and document the slice of heaven. (I have still been working on creative endeavors during naptimes in the form of knitting, an art form I am new too but very much enjoying).