Yes, I'm still spinning for the Tour de Fleece, but one spindle of fine cotton yarn looks pretty much like another. They're not nearly as exciting as some of the pretty wools that some folks are spinning. Oh well -- I'm learning a lot and getting faster and better at point spinning, and for me, that's the main point of this whole exercise.
I don't know if it's the heat or what, but I've got a serious case of the summer blues. I'm no stranger to blue moods, but it's a little alarming how glum I've been feeling lately. One of the few good things about getting older is that in times like these, you pretty much know what's coming, and you know what you need to do, and best of all, you know that the bad feelings ease up after a while.
I saw an ad for a spinning wheel on the local Craigslist last night. I couldn't tell from the picture whether it was a real spinning wheel or a spinning wheel-shaped object, but she was only asking $45 for it, so I thought it might be worth taking a look. So I headed over towards Marietta after my last pet sitting visit.
It had just started to rain a little. As I entered the ramp onto I-285, I though, "Hmm, going a little fast into this ramp. Better slow down." All I can say is, thank Og there was no one immediately in front of or behind me, because the next thing I knew, I was skidding out of control and headed for the angled dirt bank beside the road. I ended up with the front of the car up on the bank, facing back the direction I came.
Don't worry, I was fine, and actually the car was fine. Emotionally, I was STUNNED. I just kept thinking, "How did that happen?? HOW?? And why couldn't I do anything about it???"
Of course, while I was sitting there pointing the wrong way on the ramp, about a zillion cars started coming around the curve. I just had to sit there till there was a break in the traffic. I didn't even get out of the car. I figured if I started moving and heard bad noises, I'd stop. But everything sounded ok, so I drove on out to Marietta (SLOWLY and CAREFULLY) and saw the wheel.
It was a spinning wheel-shaped object, alas. Not functional. But I did have a lovely chat with the seller. I'm afraid she asked just enough questions to make me loose my Inner Spinning Geek on her. But she had a great wheel with a bat head, a clock reel, and a neat tall skein holder/swift, as well as antique cotton carders (not usable, but of historical interest).
I drove home (still SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY, annoying the people behind me, I'm sure.)
When I looked at the front of the car this morning, I could see that the rubber part that hangs down under the front bumper had torn loose, but SO FAR that appears to be the worst of it. I went back and double-checked the tires to see if the tread was lower than I thought. Nope, ok there. All I can figure is that there was just enough rain to make the road extra slick, and that, combined with the fact that my dad's car handles differently than my Mitsubishi, were enough to break the tires' grip on the road and send me spinning. And not spinning in a GOOD way.
I wish this wasn't such a busy week. This is one of those days I'd really just like to sit in the back of the closet for a while.
But I'm ok. Mostly.
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