Not crazy about reality here.
Shortly after I wrote my last post, I glanced out of the hotel window in Williamsburg.
And it was snowing!
I am a child of the Carolinas, where snow is a major event. Even though our snows rarely last more than 24 hours, we all flock to the grocery store for the French Toast run (milk, bread, and eggs--and toilet paper, in case of Snowmageddon), then hunker down like we were making it through an Antarctic winter. All it takes is a flake or two.
So my first impulse was to grab my coat and put my shoes on and go walking in the snow.
And then I became old. Old, old, old. SOOOOOOO old.
I realized I hadn't brought a cap and the scarf I had was more decorative than warm. And I didn't have boots, just walking shoes, and the traction on them might not help if the sidewalks were slippery. And if my coat became damp from the snow it probably wouldn't be completely dry before we left in the morning. And I have wonky knees and should be careful on slick surfaces.
Sigh . . .I really do not want to be a Responsible Adult.
Anyway, we stayed in. (When I mentioned to Dearly Beloved that it might be fun to go walking in the snow, I didn't get a response. I just got A Look.)
And then, on the way home, I thought about the Obligation Stitching I need to do. I had planned to work on Mary Atwood until the end of February, then let her rest while I did the Obligation Stitching. The Responsible Adult suggested that it would perhaps be a better idea to get the obligations fulfilled way before their deadline, so, after arriving home and throwing the first load of laundry in, I sat down to stitch on the first of the two Obligation Projects.
And carefully read the color number for the silk I needed to use, picked up the thread card, and pulled the wrong color. And stitched a whole row of Montenegrin in the wrong color.
So last night I pulled it out and restitched most of it in the correct color. And tonight I have an EGA meeting. But somehow, this coming week-end, I plan to not be a Responsible Adult.