Grateful for the luck

Yesterday was another round trip to the Wa. County jail. 87 miles round trip from my door. I got to the college at 6:15 to pick up the GED stuff from the double-locked secure room, and realized I had left my magic magnetic key at home, in the other tote bag. I slapped my face with both hands, wailing, "Crap! Crap! Crap!" Oddly enough, this did not make the key appear. But I decided to see if maybe someone was in the building early and could let me in. As I got out of my car, a friend of mine showed up and happily opened the door for me.

Traffic was slow, but I made it to the jail in time (thanks, in part, to my early start.) As I crossed the street with my burden of tests and answer sheets in a rolling briefcase (which, because the handle is too short for my long legs, keeps bumping my heels and knocking my shoes off), I stuck my hand in my pocket to pull out my driver's liscense and - yup, you guessed it. And luck struck again. the desk sargent recognized me from the previous week and rather than demand my ID, she apologized for making me wait yet again for an escort.

Halleluia, thanks be! Two major snafus averted by pure dumb luck, and a wonderful learning experience for me. I now have a tote bag just for the jail, holding the magic key for the college, and my brand new jail ID. And now I have three weeks to forget everything I know about the system while I go and sit with my mom and give my brother and SIL a break from parent-care. I leave for Redmond on Friday, laptop in hand. I'm already packing yarn. I guess I'll need clothes, too.

Today I took the babies to the vet. Ben got his second round of baby shots. Pepper, AKA Peeper, AKA Pester, AKA Miss Downy Butt, has gone in to be spayed. and the doc said I'm supposed to keep her from being too active for a week. And just how am I supposed to do that? Drugs? Kitty bondage? Should I duct tape her to the wall? Maybe all I need to do is reason with her. Right. We'll start with sweet reason, then proceed to tieing her legs together, and if that doesn't work, there's always the great big glass jar with a few holes punched in the lid.

Of course I wouldn't do anything like that! Do these cats look like they are accustomed to severe discipline?

Fiber content. Paton's encore. Mindless traffic-jam knitting. Guess what it will be when it grows up.