Stuck!

I’m STILL in Philadelphia.

At least when they decided to suspend train service between New Jersey and New York, I was on the train, which was sitting in the station in Philly. God help me if I had been out there somewhere in the middle of NJ with no idea when I’d get off the fricking train, and where I’d end up if I did. Even if I did have 4,629,871 yards of yarn with me. Literally. Remember, I don’t lie.

My nephew, who cried when I left, was overjoyed that I came back. He’d still be hugging me if his mother didn’t make him go to bed. I can’t wait to see my niece in the morning – although she doesn’t quite get it – when they all came home from taking me to the train station, Charlotte asked, “Where’s Cara?” She’s too cute for words.

Still, I miss my husband. I was supposed to go home Wednesday. And here it is Friday. I’ve been gone a week. AGAIN. I cried on the train when we made the decision that it was better for me to get off the train and go back to my sister’s. This is not a reflection on my sister or her family. But you know. I miss my life. I miss my home. I miss my love.

And to make matters worse, when I was weaving in ends on the baby’s Pinwheel Blanket, I truly and royally fucked up. I started out using my new favorite duplicate stitch method – but didn’t like it in the end. So I pulled the ends out again (it was a new yarn join) and rewove them diagonally (it looked great), but when I got to one of the ends, I pulled out a little too much, or the wrong string, or who the hell knows what and after fucking withfixing it I managed to make two humongous holes. Right in the middle of the freaking blanket.

I have no idea how to fix it besides pulling out the cast off and dropping down the stitches to the holes, fixing it, then pulling the stitches back up the ladder. Tedious? Yes. Will it get me the result I want? Probably. So that’s what I’ll be doing. There was a chance that I would get some help tomorrow, but I won’t be home in time.

I’m just about at the end of the increases on Clap-O-TEE. Yippee yi yo. Tomorrow, while I wait for some way to get home, I’ll be starting the straight rows. Thanks for the advice on it, by the way. I got the answers I needed. I did manage to wind the next hank into a ball while waiting for Amtrak to decide that yes indeedy they were going to ruin my night.

I’ll have pictures of the colossal fuck-up, the Clap-O-TEE, the tremedous weekend (and week – eek!) yarn haul and the absolute most adorable face-painted Spiderman and Miss Piggy you ever did see – that is if I get to go home sometime in the next million years.