I’m home.

My voice was left somewhere close to the border of California and Oregon.

I had THE BEST time I’ve ever had on a trip.  EVER!

I’m kind of sad that it’s over.

I’m going to bed.

See you tomorrow.

Boxing Day Guest Post

My sister posted this for me on my other blog, so I’ve copied and pasted it here for your reading enjoyment…
Hi! It’s Shannon posting for Darcy. I’ve had a couple bottles glasses of wine and a lot of turkey so do take your chances in reading!
Darcy and Sam are currently in a fancy-pants hotel in San Francisco….well….they aren’t actually IN the hotel right now, they are on their way to The Cheesecake Factory for a late dinner. (I am on the sofa in my pajamas drinking red wine and eating chocolate….in case you were wondering)
They’ve had gorgeous weather and lots of laughs and frivolity while the rest of us
have been dealing with relatives, leftovers and heartburn. ;)
Today they went on a 2 hour bus tour that extended itself to a freezing cold and unwelcome 6 hours due to a smash up on the Golden Gate Bridge….probably less fun for the participants of the pile-up than for Darcy & Sam but they were unimpressed and frozen nonetheless.
Tomorrow they are heading for some district in San Fran that I didn’t bother trying to remember the name of but it sounded similar to some famous Cuban dictator. Anyway, apparently there is yarn there and Sam was going to buy underwear. Like I said, I’ve had some wine, so that could be a bit inaccurate as far as usable information goes. ;)
Before Darcy revokes my password and rights to post here, I’ll leave you with some pictures from their trip.

Enough? (Duplicate post)

I have just spent a week worrying about what items to bring to work on in the car and in the hotel for our trip… I think I finally have it figured out
Yarn and sweater in progress
Fingerless mitts that I cast on last night
Round silk scarf that is cast on
Yarn to make replacement pair of mittens cause I lost one
Yarn to make another pair of mittens and maybe a hat (in two colors)
Yarn to make yet another pair of mittens or maybe just a hat
33 pairs of circular knitting needles of varying lengths and sizes (not including the three pairs in the knitting in progress
11 crochet hooks of varying sizes
Around a dozen sets of dpn needles in varying sizes
Sewing kit with eight darning/sewing needles, two dozen stitch markers and other paraphanalia

I’m worried…. is that enough?  Well, I guess if it isn’t, I can always pick up more yarn in San Fran. ;)


 Okay, so it’s no secret on here that I go see an accupuncturist named Dr. Ed.  I’ve declared him at the top of my list of people that helped to save me this summer.  He knows my innermost thoughts, fears, anxiety and hopes for the future.  He’s more than a practitioner at this point, he’s my friend.  I’m excited to tell him news and events that go on in my life and I know that if I’m having a bad day or in need of some soul help/cleansing, he’s the guy to go to.  His office is one of the few ‘safe places’ that I had this year and I protect it vigourously. 
I’ve told Dr. Ed that I only refer him to people I know that I would feel comfortable with them knowing that I go there.  I’ve referred him to a couple of people and held back his contact info to many.  He understands this and equally protects my privacy and safe place.  I believe we all need a safe place…
So today, as I was referring him to someone I did feel comfortable with knowing, I heard footsteps running up behind me and one of the new-ish girls here ask me if I said ‘Dr. Ed’.  It was at that moment that my stomach started to turn inside out and I wanted to hit the rewind button a million times.  Yes, I said.  Dr. Ed.  Well, then she wanted to discuss him, asked what he and I talk about, how long I’d been going etc… It’s my biggest nightmare.  I don’t want random people I know in my safe place.  I don’t want her to mention to him that she knows me (which she certainly doesn’t know a thing about me) and for them to even for a nanosecond discuss that they both know me.  I don’t want Dr. Ed to say what a wonderful person he thinks I am (which I know he would because he loves me, as he’s told me many times).
I sent him an email the second I got back (running) to my desk.  Please remember you are my safe place.  Please deny knowing me.  Please don’t speak, whisper or breathe a word about me to someone else.  Please please PLEASE don’t show even a crack in the armour of my safe place that someone else can climb into.
This situation is absolutely terrifying me for reasons unknown and potentially irrationally.  My mind is split between never going there again and knowing that I’d never give up that relationship.  There’s a tearing feeling in my heart that I’ve ruined something pure and special and that it will never be the way it was ever again.  I’ve never protected something so ferociously as I protect my Dr. Ed space and now I don’t know what to do.
What do I do?
Sad 😦