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Tired, Sans Knitting.

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Derek and I have been pretty low key today.  I couldn’t sleep again last night.  Its getting frustrating.  We had this horribley creepy guy in the store today, and the manager thinks that he may have been a spy from Hollywood Video.  Apparantly they spy on Blockbuster all the time.  A somewhat elderly woman called me sweetie in order to get my attention which is funny because even Derek’s Nonni doesn’t call me sweetie.  Derek’s mom does, but that’s different.  I really do love some of our customers, like this one guy, who has really thick glasses and a great smile, and this man today who appeared to have down’s sydrome who came in, walked up to the manager and yelled “IT’S FRIDAY!” It was awesome, just that sheer joy in another human.  Or yesterday, the baby that started laughing because I laughed. Or the high school teacher who said she refused to get certified to teach lower levels than high school because middle school kids suck.  

After work we went and picked up some black swiss dot grosgrain ribbon so that I can make my younger sister a ribbon belt with some of the leftovers from mine.  I’m torn between making it exactly like I made mine or having to sew just a little bit more to make hers reversible.  We also ran to the grocery store and picked up some roast beef and hoagie rolls because it is far too warm and humid to cook anything.  

I’ve been knitting lately, although I haven’t been home in enough daylight to photograph things.  Wednesday, on my day off, I knit up a Nautilus Hat in Cascade 220 Quattro.  I’m currently working on a lacy scarf in matching yarn.  I’ll try and get pictures up tomorrow.

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