So. After a quick weekend at home...
… …during which I saw the Harry Potter finale not once but twice… …(and cried my little heart out)….
...and enjoyed brunch with Ben and Doolin at Route 66 restaurant over in Hell's Kitchen (I had an Egg White Frittata with Grilled Chicken, Feta and Spinach, with Fries and coffee...and a side of bacon for the DooDog under foot)...
…now I'm back in the North Chicago area again.
It’s nice here, I guess...
...(except for the taint in my mind, knowing of the existence of that used-pizza thief...and the nasty locker room conference room where I work).
It’s hot here….but I like hot. And it’s humid, but I’m okay with that too. Bring on the summer swelter!
I got a new pizza to make up for that sad disappearing pizza experience last week.
This one has garlic and tomatoes and I will guard it with my very life. I have pointy knitting needles and I know how to use them, you thieving Chicago rascals.
On my pizza quest, I ran across a Michael’s store and raided the shelves for some pretty, cheap wool.
I see a baby jacket materializing there in the future.
Speaking of babies, I’m working away on that blue blanket I mentioned yesterday.
This one stays with my cotton trend, but worked up in a worsted weight. The pattern is really just improvised basketweave. I love the classic look and the fact that it is completely reversible. “Wrong sides” bother me on baby blankets and scarves, so I try to work these out to minimize the “wrongness.” I’m planning to add a darker blue border in garter stitch at the end.
Easy, easy airplane knitting, all of it. Assuming I can ever stay awake for those two hour flights. With wheels up at 6am, I tend to drift back off into sleepy land as soon as the pilot turns on those noisy pressure fans.
Honestly, this commuting thing is getting old quickly. Sure, I’m racking up the miles and the Marriott points (next week I turn "Gold Elite" at the hotel, woo).
But when you travel alone, it can be very, very lonely.
There’s no one there to share the adventure. No one can reminisce with me about that time my flight canceled in Minnesota and I had to drive all night from Baltimore. No one even knows about that time I got lost looking for the hotel and wound up one the expressway to nowhere.
I find that I use twitter more when I travel, but really to share the most mundane things. I think I jump on just so I can feel like someone is out there.
Speaking of my hotel, though, my room is fine at least. Not too different from those in Atlanta and Wisconsin, really.
I get a little check-in treat...
...but not much view.