Eat when you’re hungry, nap when you’re tired, hike when you’re restless, and knit. My idea of a perfect getaway.
With DD#2, her friend M, Cocoa, and more paraphernalia than you’d think we’d need for a week’s stay, we piled in the car Sunday afternoon and headed to my brother’s cabin near Stuart, VA. Half way there, traveling two lanes of winding road, Cocoa got carsick. We pulled over, DD walked Cocoa, and I cleaned. Yay for paper towels.
The temperature dropped 10 degrees by the time we reached the cabin and a cool breeze was blowing. We unloaded and realized that as much as we had, we didn’t have everything. As designated cook, I started the Hamburger Helper (I did not plan the menus) and realized we didn’t have milk. Or dressing for the salad. Or ham and cheese for sandwiches the next day. The girls headed back down the mountain to the new Wal-Mart, and I pulled out my knitting and a bag of Cheetos and cast on a baby sweater. (I’ve found that you can knit and eat Cheetos at the same time if the yarn is almost Cheeto colored.)
A couple of inches and an amazing sunset later, groceries arrived and dinner was eaten. Apparently I was also designated dishwasher. A movie, more knitting, and time to turn in. The girls headed up to the loft bedroom, and I went in my room. M screamed, and DD yelled. Cocoa had pulled a dead mouse on a sticky trap out from under a bed and M stepped on it. As designated dead mouse disposer (where was I when all this designating occured?), I quickly got rid of the unwanted varmint, and we settled down for the night. Or so I thought.
1:45 am. “Mooooooooom! I just threw up three times!” So much for sleep. Fortunately it was a 10 hour virus, and DD felt okay by noon other than a little dehydration. I spent the morning cleaning and doing laundry, but the rest of the day was much better.
Then I spent the afternoon in a rocker on the front porch knitting
and enjoying the view.
Now, that’s what I went up there for. Dinner was a frozen pizza, and as luck would have it, the oven wouldn’t come on. There was a tiny toaster oven, so I cut the pizza into small pieces and popped in two at a time. Every 15 minutes, someone got to eat. The rest of the trip was uneventful which was fine with me.
We got home Tuesday night, and I’m still trying to catch up on laundry.
(Baby sweater- my pattern I'm making up as I go. Mittens- here. Booties- mine. Pink dish cloth- EZ pi shawl.)