I didn't have anything going on at work, so I took Friday off so we could get a head start on the drive to the ranch. We seem to be making the trip a lot, lately. This is unusual for us -- I've always felt it was a bit too far to be worth it for a weekend -- but we have both been enjoying it.
I finished my husband's plain trekking socks. I figured that the first one was finished on a trip to the ranch, so it was only fitting that the second one have the same fate.
Pattern: none; 72 stitch plain socks with round toes
Yarn: Trekking XXL, colorway 90
Needles: US0 nickel DPNs
They weren't very interesting to knit, but they sure did turn out pretty. I might have to borrow them some time. They fit me pretty well, too.
It was rainy on Saturday, which is bad weather for a weekend away, but rain is always welcome in west Texas. I stayed inside and finished listening to my book club's selection on my iPod. [I don't even delude myself that I'll put down the needles long enough to read a book that I haven't chosen for myself, and this 'cheat' is probably why I'm usually the only one at book club who ever finishes the book. Which I find annoying. Book club is on probation.]
Where was I? Oh, rainy Saturday morning, listening to a book and knitting this much of Anniversary Sock #2.
Once the book was done, we went into town to see my father-in-law, who had just received a Wii for his birthday. I'll admit, I had no clue what a Wii was, or even how to say it. W-2?? Turns out, it's "wee." But we started playing with it, bowling, tennis, golf, and four hours passed before I knew it. So. Much. Fun. It is a testament to our slovenly ways that my husband and I are both still sore from our interactive video game competitions. For the record, I kicked his butt at virtual bowling. I'm sure we looked rather foolish; my father-in-law just cackled as he watched us.
Grandma[-in-law]'s birthday was Sunday, and it was our job to get her out of her house while my mother-in-law set up the party. So we told her we needed to take her to look at this year's first calf heifers, and we had a good visit while driving around the ranch looking for them. I gave her her birthday socks, and she really liked them.
Once we got her back to the party, she made everyone look at what I had knit for her. One of the guests looked up at me and said, "Are you a knitter? ... Me, too." I must have donned a very eager expression, because she sure backtracked in a hurry. "But I don't knit any more, it puts me to sleep."
So much for that.
We stopped on the way home to visit my parents at my brother and sister-in-law's new place, and by the time we got back on the road for the long part of the journey, it was dark, and I was too tired to knit, anyway.
I think I'll work on the baby shawl tonight, while everyone's still tired from the trip.