You know, I am thinking I should go to Canada. First, the political climate suits me better. That’s becoming pretty darn important. People here in my neck of the woods seem to have gone completely crazy.
Second, if I wait until winter I can take this box of unfinished woolen knitting projects and finish them all up, because my hands won’t sweat causing the yarn to become all icky and stick to the needles.
Third, I can check out Canada hotels, and I like hotels because people there will clean up after me and bring me food when I want it and I never actually have to leave the room. Unless I need more yarn. Or some stitch markers. I definitely won’t need any more needles, because they are already tied up IN the projects. Plus, turned down beds and mints on the pillow.
Fourth, when I got back home, I’d have all my needles free again, so I could *drumroll, please* start more projects. But maybe not in wool, which is fun to wear 3 months of the year, but not really pleasant to knit on the other nine.
Fifth, the Yarn Harlot lives there, and who doesn’t want to meet her? And while it is unlikely that I would actually meet her, since I don’t know anyone who knows her, I could at least be breathing in the same country she breathes in. Oops, that part sounds a bit stalkerish, doesn’t it?
Sixth, I’d be somewhere else. I like that. You know, for a while. I also like to come home. Which brings me to
Seventh, eventually I’d get to come home, which is also quite pleasant.