The last piece of information has been submitted, and it looks like Monday is the day I’ll find out. I have done everything that I can have done to grease the way, and must now wait.
I’m off work tomorrow, and will spend a portion of it at the fourth birthday party of my delectable niece. Upon arriving home, I imagine that I will attack my office with high abandon and perhaps even make room for all of the beads that are currently ensconced on our otherwise lovely dining room table. Most of my stash is living in the sturdy and quite lovely fabric-covered storage boxes from The Container Store. At present, I have seven different colors/patterns and am trying to keep some semblance of control over the stash by keeping all the purple in one box, all the red in another, neutrals, etc. However, after installing ten feet of birch and white elfa shelving on the far wall of my office (all by my ownself!), I deposited *quite* a lot of sock yarn into the sliding drawers, dk weight into another, bulky, yet another. WIPs found a home in another drawer. I added these Colibri sachets to fend off Der Stinkin Moths. I’d prefer something fragrance-free in deference to the asthma-stricken Princess Pyewacket, but the fragrance is what keeps the moths at bay, so I may as well have a scent that pleases me. They contain “100% pure natural botanical essences from tea tree, vetiver, peppermint, lemongrass, neem, and others in a fine sandalwood powder base.” Neem? I lined up my knitting books and pamphletted patterns above the leather dresser shelf workspace, am thinking about a binder for my page-protected patterns, notions found a one-runner drawer to call home.
I’m feeling manic, more than a little. If I sound so to you, please don’t hesitate to let me know.
Inside the sock is a blocker from 
. I went by myself this time, G having begged off, about which I had mixed feelings. Whenever we go somewhere, it is an epic struggle to get out of the house by the time I’ve planned. I had originally planned to leave by 4:30, which would have put me at Grand Central about 5:35, and down to the bookstore no later than 6, by which time I could have gotten a good seat. Any seat. As it was, we went to the bank, then the stupidmarket (not for a big shopping, mind you, just for enough to get him through lunch and dinner by himself), but when at the stupidmarket, G likes to look at everything. I was finally able to drag him away from the vinegar section with promises that we’d come back. We ended up getting me to the train station at 5:21, missing the 5:12, but on time for the 5:36. Which got in at 6:30. Fuck. Whatever.
I got on the train, pulled out my knitting, and worked on my sock the whole way. Upon arriving, I found my way to the taxi stand, where I was about fifth in line for a cab. A pedicab pulled up and solicited the line-standers, finally getting to me. The driver (biker?) asked where I was going, and I said, “Columbus Circle.” He said that he could get me there in under ten minutes. I bit. The ladies next to me in line said, “You go, girl!” Hey, I’m doing my part to reduce my carbon footprint, okay? I was a bit concerned about my weight in the back of the pedicab, but I needn’t have worried. The driver (Chris) had calves like rockets. I got in, and he took off, too quickly for me to figure out the blanket. So I was chilly when we his Seventh Avenue and the wind came off the river. Brrr. We got there by 7 (a little more than ten minutes, but we had to wait for a Kenworth semi to move before finally getting up on the sidewalk), I paid (!), exchanged names, and I fairly ran upstairs.
I stood in back (as usual), but I could see her on the dais. 
I finally got up to the table, and introduced myself. She said, “I know who you are.” She remembered me! Squee! She told me she liked my shirt (my pink Obama ’08 tee, you can just about see the logo in the photo), and said that if she could vote in this country, she’d vote for him. I probably said something stupid which thankfully I don’t remember, she signed my book, we exchanged socks, and I gave my camera to the Borders guy in black who was standing there for the express purpose of taking fan photos. Also to give out pins and bookmarks. He said, “Anything for an Obama supporter.” I had my little bag of 
