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If I've forgotten it, I'll deal, the road calls, my lovelies



The road calls, my lovelies. I can practically smell the asphalt, that’s how strong the pull is.

I have packed the car (including an entire box of yarn and related paraphernalia), loaded up my phone with audiobooks and podcasts, mapped out every yarn shop and opshop between here and my destination, put petrol in the car, and now I’m bragging updating you lot. I’ve also got two fully charged camera batteries and Liebling’s DSLR. Anything I’ve forgotten at this point I will just buy along the way. (I don’t typically advocate for this sort of approach, but I trust that whatever I’ve forgotten is going to be either non-essential or something so essential that having one more of it isn’t going to be excessive.)

Tonight I officially am on a personal holiday. No kiddos, no partners, no real job obligations until next Monday. I am going to cafe/yarn shop/bookstore/opshop/woolen mill hop from here to my destination and back. From now until next Monday, if it isn’t yarn/coffee/book/hobby/travel related, don’t bother me about it. I’m sure the rest of the world can manage while I frolick.


I might have started holiday-ing a little early.

Incidentally, I nearly trod on this guy yesterday, walking home from the bus stop. For a bit of scale, I have bear claw hands and that thing is bigger than my palm. Have you seen Aliens? You remember the face-huggers? It’s pretty much that size. (Note I was nice enough to put the terrifying evidence in a link, rather than an embedded photo, to spare those of you who also find obscenely large spiders terrifying.)

It’s freaking the start of spring and there are already full-sized Huntsman spiders just roaming the streets as if they own the place. (I am terrified of spiders. They always ALWAYS manage to fly at my face. Even those that don’t make webs still manage to fly at my face. Ask me about the spider and the magpie sometime, it's a thrilling tale.) Before anyone comments on how great spiders are, please know I didn't hurt this dude. I'm happy for them to be outside eating all the bush roaches and flies. I am not ok with something the size of my face with fangs sharp enough to pierce my fingernails living in my home and trying to fly at my face.

 Also, I insist this is not why I am fleeing the city, though the encounter certainly bolstered my conviction that this week was the time to take my trip.


Stay tuned for updates from the road. First up - gigantic concrete merino ram. No I am not joking.


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