Over the river and through the woods
and over mountain passes and across the Navajo reservation to MIL's house we go
Thanksgiving 2003 Road Trip begins 0500 hours tomorrow: Denver is a wretched air market. Saddled with a gorgeous airport charging extortionary gate fees, we have precious few carriers from which to choose. This lack of competition keeps us landlubbers landlocked especially during peak times. (Ask me, I collect miles more avidly than I collect skeins of yarn.) In the salad days of our marriage, Mitch and I could fly to Phoenix for less than $200 a piece--for Thanksgiving. Now it's about $400. It's a bus ride, for God's sake!
So tomorrow we load up the car, arise at the crack of dawn and hurtle on down the super slab. And while I tend to get queasy on airplanes (I have a sure fire way of eliminating a seat partner with BO), I can knit like a fiend in the car. Becky, I've got yarn for Bucket-O-Chic--very exciting--and I'm going to give Interweave Knits' fingerless gloves a whirl. If that doesn't hold me, I've got some zingy holiday scarves to stitch up. Have a great Thanksgiving everyone, I won't be blogging, but I'll be checking up on all of you!
Gobble. Gobble.
8:58:01 AM 
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