Swampwater Debutante

Ah, winter! Truly it is the prime season of the Knitter, as it is the time of year when most of the things we have knit for our beloved (and not very much beloved) peoples are dragged out, washed, and worn for warmth.

(I swear to god William if you have thrown out or destroyed the socks I knit you back when I loved you I will track you down and SMACK YOU. I realize it is probably very painful to wear a reminder of the time you repeatedly and horribly betrayed a woman who loved you with way more of her heart than you ever deserved but I don’t care because A) writhe in crippling emotional agony forever, asshole and B) that’s no reason to suffer with cold feet)

Um. SOOOOOOO.

I pulled out my Bella-style mittens and matching Verity hat along with the despite-my-best-efforts-it-got-furry-anyway black peacoat (I LOCKED IT IN A BOX IN A CLOSET WHAT THE HELL) and wore them this evening. It’s the period of time in a Texas winter where I have to carry a coat, a hooded jacket, a pair of mittens, a hat, and a pair of fingerless gloves around because I cannot stand to be cold for one solitary second. It might be too warm in the day for the coat, see, but too chilly to go without. Same for mittens and mitts. I feel quite confident in stating that I know sure as anything that I am not alone. RIGHT.

So it is wintery. I am awash in my own handknits. Life is good, yay.

Oh! Except that it is NOT good, because somewhere in all of this I have lost my damn driver’s license. And this is a problem, people, because I cannot replace it, not yet. The cities of Fort Worth and Alvarado would like to have a rather pricey word with me about my lead foot driving habits, see. This is also a problem.

Well, no. Actually I am paying them off this week, but it is very expensive and I am resentful and it will still be another week before I can even APPLY for a new license, then probably 6 weeks before I actually get it because Texas has no idea how to process and laminate a tiny plastic card in less than an hour. Unlike every other state in which I have lived.

So please pray that I do not get pulled over this week, is what I am saying. Bad enough that I cannot buy my own alcohol (gas stations don’t like passports…I weep) but if I get another ticket I will just lay down in the road for a nap.

And look! I have direct blog access again! My host is grand. He even calls me to make sure problems are resolved. In return I text him back and remind him to eat his dinner and take a nap. Which I have not yet done, actually. Whoops. Hey Mark! Eat your dinner! Take a nap!

One last thing.

I ordered an autoharp last week and it will get here this Thursday, assuming no fail on FedEx’s part. I got a hell of a deal on a new 15 chord Schmidt, one that I could not pass up. I’ve been talking about getting an autoharp for the better part of a year, thanks to Marc, and this was the time to do so, I guess.

Yeah. There will be videos of the learning. Marc swears even a dolt like me could figure this out, I remind him that I ran crying out of my piano jury in college, and I guess in the end we’ll see, is all.