I thought I was going to have a happy day crocheting away at the local technical college, from 10 o'clock until 4. The teacher of some crochet classes I'd taken a while ago rang me the week before last and said she was having a bring-and-share-crochet-group today, if I'd like to bring a lunch contribution and some crocheting. So I make a chicken Caribbean, pull a cake out of the freezer, put some special grapes into a ziplock bag and off I go.
However, I turn up and the place is TEEMING. I think every kid in Shawnee is there - in every classroom - learning how to build robots, but no sign of a crochet hook anywhere. Two members of staff tried to help locate the class, then one of them sat me down and said she would find out where it is and come back. After waiting half an hour I gave up, but she had been looking all that time, and was kind enough to run out to the car park when she saw I'd gone, caught up with me and said she couldn't find the class. Nodded sympathetically at the lunch and said I'd brought goodies too.
My immediate thought of course was that I'd fallen victim to my ADHD and it was the wrong day. But I got home, pulled out the receipt, and it was today. So if it was on, it wasn't anywhere near the main building, and I wasn't told when I registered where it would be held.
Anyway, in between jobs around the house I finished the trilogy I was reading, all 900 odd pages of it.
It has been eerily quiet the last couple or so nights, not a peep out of the barking dogs. I wondered if it was coincidence, or my new best friend at City Hall had been talking to the Police Chief and the dogs have been silenced. I am certainly not going to win any popularity contests in the neighbourhood.
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