It's now Friday and pissing rain in Portland, so I'm inside knitting on a commissioned piece.
But yesterday, I:
Got up, fed my mare, turned her out and cleaned her stall.
Jacked up the truck and pulled the dead starter.
Got on the bike and shlepped said starter to bus stop where I loaded the bike on the carrier and bused into town,
all the while knitting on a hat.
Arrived at the auto-store and got a new starter.
Got back on the bus, and finished knitting the hat.
Got back to the island, biked myself and new starter home, where I successfully it installed in my truck.
Exercised my mare and put her back in her stall with her dinner.
Watched a DVD of "Sense and Sensibility" while knitting on a commissioned piece.
I love that I can both work on my truck and knit. And let me tell you, knitting has done wonders for creating the patience required to thread one's arms through the suspension and turn inaccessible bolts tiny fractions until the heavy-ass piece falls on your chest... and let me tell you, cutting and rethreading electrical wires is just as nerve racking as cutting steeks. No kidding. As I was loosening the bolts, which required flipping the wrench over, back and forth to move it 1/8 turns, I chanted to myself, "KNIT, PURL, KNIT, PURL". Who knew lessons learned with fiber would be so helpful when working with heavy metal.
Have a good weekend, everyone.