Well hello how-de-do how are ya? The ringing in my ears is starting to recede, and I can hardly tell you how delightful it is to go into the kitchen, open up the fridge, and grab the bev of my choice without waiting five minutes for the lady in front of me with the Michigan State tattoo and the Princess Minnie tiara to decide between a Coke or a Diet Coke.
If Sartre (not Eliot, Cristina reminds me!) thinks hell is other people, he hasn’t spent enough time at Disney World. Hell is other people’s children, or more specifically, hell is watching other people’s children being managed by their freaked-out parents. We had our own share of spectacular child management moments (ask me someday about where and how loudly Clif announced, “You’re not the boss of me–DAD’s the boss of me”). But honestly, there was something really unrelaxing about the end of the day at the Magic Kingdom, when all the parents are trying to max out their time at the park with children who are totally maxed out.
But we did have fun, believe it or not. I had exactly one moment to myself in the Magic Kingdom, in the bathroom high atop Cinderella’s castle. There I was, washing my hands, when I realized, Hey. I’m the only one in here. It’s just me and Cinderella.
Here’s an award-winning turtleneck sweater from Mickey’s Toontown Fair.
And at the heart of it all . . .
A bit of knitting. Any hardcore knitter has those pre-travel moments of anxiety: what is the perfect piece of knitting to take along? I figured I’d make my trip a journey of Afghan squares, with colors representing each of the countries in Epcot’s World Showcase. It didn’t turn out that way. Right before I left I read Evelyn’s comment that Alice Starmore is the perfect travel companion. So on a whim I packed up all eight colors, my number twos and threes, and figured I’d maybe cast on the 336 stitches to start.
Well, it’s totally addicting. This represents a week of knitting–two measly inches of multicolor ribbing. While you’ve been out assigning log cabins to all your amigas, and receiving afghan squares from the world at large, I’ve been sneakily, yea selfishly, knitting for myself.
Here it is up close and personal.
Glad to be back in the land of the living.