Working Friday

I think this might be a very long day. I have to work from 10 to 7. I know, it's only 2 hours longer than yesterday, but still, I'm not used to this anymore. I used to work from 10 to 9 on Fridays and think nothing of it, but I'm older now and out of practice. *whine, whine, whine* The new Harry Potter movie is out today. One of the knitters' daughter went to the midnight show and she, being a good mom, said she'd pick them up at 2:30 AM. I'm not that nice. I think I'd throw the kid the car keys and hit the sack, but that's probably illegal.

Speaking of illegal another of the knitters sat in her car in the cafe parking lot making a few phone calls before going in. She was there for about half an hour when she realized that a little girl, about 3 years old, alone in the next car was crying and sobbing. Rose looked around for a parent but realized that the little girl had been there all the time she had, and had on no coat, so Rose called the cops. Turns out the pregnant mama with another baby in a stroller was in Goodwill playing on the computer. When I pulled in they had the mama in handcuffs and were taking her away. It was freezing last night and dark and all the doors of that car were unlocked, any roving perv could have snatched the little one in a New York minute. People oughta be screened before they're allowed to reproduce.

November 18--Naknek Lake, Alaska. It would be fatal to fall in Nic knew. She paddled her kayak in the middle of the group from the cruise ship. She wore a lot of GoreTex and fleece and she was warm, even her hands were warm although she could feel how icy the water was. She concentrated on keeping her weight centered and focused on keeping herself far enough away from the rest of the group. She had no intention of running up on anyone else's boat and tipping over. She could see that ice was trying to form and she heard the wind chime sound of it when she lifted her paddle. A couple of the single men from the ship--Louis and Tom and Frank--were hooting and hollering, racing each other and generally acting like frat boys even though they were old enough to know better. She wished they would knock it off. She was sure they were chasing away all the wildlife in earshot.

That does it. Time to shower and find something warm to wear to work. It's windy and cold today. Brrrr.
--Barbara