The chosen pattern for the problematic cobwebby cashmere is Citron (many thanks to The Knitting Doctor, who pointed me in the right direction). I was knitting merrily along and making good progress but, as you can see above, the yarn continues to give me fits. The center-pull ball at the lower right became impossibly tangled from the inside, so I took a deep breath, pulled out the nostepinde AGAIN, and rewound it into a ball that pulls from the outside. This lovely, delicate cashmere has been a lesson in patience, but it produces a such a delicious fabric. I think it will be worth the effort in the end. So far, about 1/3 of the yarn has been knit, which leads me to believe the finished product will be an acceptable size. Breathing through the difficult parts and then breezing through the easy ones. One. Step. At. A. Time.
Since Thursday morning I have been reuniting with my high school friends from long ago, culminating in the official Berkeley High School Class of 1970 Forty-Year Reunion on Saturday night.
Wow, that was fun! Way better than I expected. Everybody's a grownup! And sweet, in that nostalgic way. An impressive bunch of people came out of the chaos that was Berkeley in 1970. The nicest thing I heard? "You look exactly the same!" I got hoarse from talking, and then danced, danced, danced! I guess I don't need to tell you I had a good time.
And as if that wasn't enough, my childhood pal, Renny, and I took a spontaneous road trip up to Echo Lake to crash the BHS Hiking Club 40-year reunion, conveniently planned for the same weekend. It was a three-and-a-half-hour yack-fest each way in Renny's pickup (named Ms. Clairol - because she is the perfect shade of champagne blond) for a five-hour visit. We haven't spent that much time together...maybe ever. Certainly not in the last, oh, 45 years. That was a gift beyond price. Not to mention the beauty of the Sierra Nevada and seeing another set of familiar faces on these incredibly interesting adults.
Then, I was young and dumb. Now, I am...seasoned and not so dumb. Smart enough to take today off and celebrate a spontaneous Pajama Day. Just what I needed after all that happiness.