Learning A New Skill

Michael and I both were complaining about the chill in the motorhome this morning that is until we fired up the laptops and discovered it was 12 degrees at home in Montana.  OK, so we won’t complaining about our 44 degrees.

Well I sort of proved you can teach an old dog new tricks—I spent most of the day learning to knit socks from this sweet lady, Mariam. 

I have knitted in the past, a continuous scarf I never finished and long, long ago in another life I knitted a sweater from ribbon.  Do I remember anything, nope!  So we started from scratch with Mariam teaching me to cast on and by the end of the day this is what I have, the beginnings of a pair of socks:I think I can do this, I think I can do this!

Michael held down the fort at home and baby sat the dog.  When I pulled up at the office a lady was getting into her Volkswagen.  She asked me if I was “Emmi’s Mom?”  Well she met Michael and Emmi out on one of the trails today.  She is Winston’s Mom—an adorable little Yorkie.  I can remember Winston’s name but for the life of me I can’t remember her name.  I’m bad about that—dog names I can remember, people not so much.  Not sure what that says about me!

A good day in northern Florida.