(Note: the photos in this post were taken on my cell, so while they look good there…they’re grainy and color-weird here.  Sorry ’bout that).

Yesterday I left work early to head over for an annual doctor’s appointment.  The visit started with a bit of a scare as I parked, then walked over to the hospital, waited for the elevator then got out on my floor only to find it deserted.  I mean DESERTED- bare walls, no people, and rows of garment racks wrapped in plastic lining the walls.  The entire floor was being used for storage, it seemed.

I started wondering if I’d made a mistake.  Maybe I was in the wrong pavillion?  I could have sworn I’d always taken that elevator up to her office, but the last time I was there was for my 6-wk postpartum appointment so that was almost 2 years ago.  Maybe my memory was fuzzy.  I went back down to the main floor then trudged down to the next set of elevators.  It wasn’t ringing any bells for me but I waited there then went back up to her floor.  When the doors opened this time there was no doubt that I was in the wrong place.

I was really confused.  I went back down to main, then wondered if by going from memory, had I chosen the wrong floor?  I knew it was a high number, I’d thought 6th floor…could it be 7?  8?  I went back to the first elevator- I was sure I’d gotten that part right.  I went up to the 7th floor, elevator doors opened- not it.  I went up to the 8th floor and I knew it wasn’t right either, but I got out anyways.  I didn’t know where else to go.

I found a woman and asked if there was a directory I could use to look up my doctor.  Luckily she knew the doctor and told me she’d look it up for me.  Turns out that probably right after my last appointment the whole floor had moved locations.  Not only to a new floor- to a new building!  To a building even closer to where I’d parked than the hospital was!  I couldn’t believe it.

I thanked her, then ran to the elevator then over to the next building.  At this point I was about 10 minutes late for my appointment, but this doctor is usually at least an hour behind so I wasn’t too concerned.  In the end I got there, got settled and knit while listening to podcasts while waiting for my appointment.  The Featherweight Cardigan is a great stocking stitch pattern that requires even less brain cells than a sock.  It’s really easy to pick up and put down, and I’m really enjoying working on it.  I was there for so long that I listened to the last 10 minutes of a Knit Naturally podcast, and 2.5 episodes of the Entertainment Weekly podcast (I’m an info junkie).

When I left the hospital to make my way back home to pick up the boys from daycare, there were a bunch of missed calls on my cell.  Unfortunately I emerged into the middle of a little situation.  My parents are away, and since my siblings are in and out of the house often and irregularly, they decided to board their dog.  She (Nikki- the dog) had been losing weight lately, and not eating, and now she was needing to be force-fed, and they found she was too skinny, and her color was off, and stuff.  They wanted to do blood tests (the kennel has a vet clinic on-site) but my cousin is a vet with her own animal hospital, so my parents texted to say they wanted Nikki brought there.

The only problem was that everyone seemed to be busy.  My sister was at school and my brother was busy so in the end my other brother came over to babysit the boys while I went to pick up Nikki from the kennel and bring her to the vet.  Note- this was all finalized by 7pm and the vet closed at 8.  It was a lot of driving around, but in the end Nikki made it there only a little after they closed, and they started to take care of her right away.

This was a quick shot of me and Nikki in the car on the way to the vet.  I kept trying to put her on the passenger seat but she kept climbing into my lap so after 10 minutes I gave up and just let her cuddle on me the rest of the way.

I got home and let my brother leave.  I decided to see how much progress I’d made on the Featherweight Cardi after the bursts of knitting at the doctor and also at my friend’s dance show last weekend.

It’s really coming along!  I think I’m going to keep going until it’s about an inch longer than my white tank top, then move on to the border then the sleeves.  If I have enough yarn then I’ll make them about 3/4 length, otherwise it will be short-sleeved.