I don't know how it happens. But from time to time I seem to have a bunch of days in a row that see no knitting. Such was the case over the last few days.
If I wasn't in the kitchen, I was 'visiting'. I intended to visit my Dad on the weekend. The three hour drive means I stay over. Since dad no longer owns a house, I stay with my sister. Gracious always, but still working and with a teenager in the house means she is, nonetheless, busy. So I offered to bake a cake for our Sunday dinner dessert. One kitchen job, one visit organized.
The second visit was with Dad. He hasn't been feeling well lately. Woozy and wobbly is how he describes himself. So wobbly in fact that he has not been taking his meals in the dining room. To give him something different to look forward to, I offered to bring a 'picnic' that we would eat in his room for Sunday lunch. He asked if I could bring extra so he could invite a friend. Perfect! Kitchen job number two and second visit organized.
Visit number three was with artist son, Peter. He has a month long show at a local gallery and the grand opening was Saturday. Both he and the 'Lady of Spain' were driving up for the opening and I simply couldn't see them returning home without a meal and a visit. Kitchen job number three was Saturday night dinner. Homemade pizza and Ceasar salad.
How much knitting did I get done between cake baking, sandwich making, pizza prep and all those visits? Not one stitch. The weekend involved no knitting. At all. Back to the needles tonight. For sure.