It took me 6 hours to drive the normally four-hour drive from our house in NY to Woods Hole, where we catch the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. (Harry and Logan were with me; Patrick and Erin were already on-Island.) After the first half hour the blower for the a/c stopped working. Then we got stuck in traffic behind an accident. Then we hit an hour long back up to cross the Bourne Bridge.

Then the dog, who had shown not one sign of needing to go, peed all over my lap. Peed. All. Over. My. Lap.

By the time we got to Woods Hole, met Patrick and Erin, and unloaded 150 pounds of yarn from the car, it was obvious that I wasn’t going to have time to park the car and make the boat. They went on ahead. I parked the car and spent 45 minutes trying to get the key out of the $*??/!! Volvo before giving up. (If you’d like a white Volvo station wagon, it’s in the Palmer lot.)

Now I’m on an over-crowded ferry, by myself, in slightly damp, sticky, dog-pee smelling shorts, heading for the Vineyard.

It isn’t all bad though; look at this pretty yarn I dyed yesterday!

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