As many of you know, Bob and I run a music camp at Humboldt State University called Sequoia. It's really Bob who is officially in charge, but I do a lot of the work. We arrived in Arcata on Thursday night to get things ready for camp which started on Sunday. Everything was going along smoothly, and by Saturday afternoon we were feeling pretty impressed with ourselves for being so on top of things. It looked like we were going to be able start the first week of camp with relatively little stress and maybe even sleep in a bit on Sunday. Then we started barfing. I think we got food poisoning because we both got better quickly, but even so, a night of puking doesn't really make life any easier. In our attempts to pinpoint what made us sick, we've decided that it was either the sprouts on our sandwiches from the hippie grocery, or the scones from the hippie grocery. More likely it was the sprouts. This is a sad, sad, story because I used to love the hippie grocery. It's very close to campus, and in previous years it has provided a welcome respite from the nasty cafeteria food. Needless to say, I have little desire to go back there now and the cafeteria food seems more appetizing than it used to.
We've been working from about 7:45 A.M. to 11:00 P.M. for the last few days, so I haven't knit a stitch since I was on the plane last week. I did stop at one of my favorite yarn stores, Shuttles, Spindles, and Skeins during the three hours that I was in Boulder on Wednesday afternoon and I picked up a few treats. That's a cake of Mountain Colors Weavers Wool Quarters in Elderberry, and two skeins of Artyarns Supermerino #138. I also got some size 4 DPNs and a clever little elastic DPN holder to go with them. I had big plans to knit Voodoo wrist warmers from Knitty while here at Sequoia, but I don't think that's going to happen. Last year I managed to knit a little bit the second week, so maybe that will happen again. At the moment, I'm enjoying a rare break and I've chosen to blog instead of knit. That way, if someone comes into the camp office, it's not obvious that I'm not hard at work.