I promised myself a 40th birthday trip, back when I turned 40. What with one thing and then a semester then a remarkably bleh* couple of months, I never did managed to get out of Dodge.**
Then I noticed that Chris Thile and Michael Daves, both of whom I adore, were playing in Portland, Maine just after classes ended. And so a plan was hatched.
Some of the things I'd planned for the trip didn't quite work out; some did. The show remained on. Yesterday, I left the kids and the husband and the bleh behind and hit the road.
The guilt was nearly crushing, frankly. Still, the time spent staring at the traffic in front of me, having nothing much to do but get to Portland by 8 p.m. was a nice change from the constant busyness of my life. It was nice to not talk or write or think, really, for a whole five hours. Alone, but not lonely.
Which was why, when I was walking out of a rest stop with a coffee and walked nearly into Thile and Daves as they were coming out of the men's room, I was at a complete loss for what to say. I didn't even manage to take a picture. I did, however, manage to burble out that I was coming to the show. It was a moment of great awkwardness and wonderfulness.***
And the show? Incredible. Words fail. It's a privilege to watch two people do something that they live to do. Recordings really can't capture the nuance and energy. One of the things I miss about living in a larger town is live music (that isn't a college bar band).
Today I'll head further up the coast to visit the Doula Quinn and her family. Then off to hook up with my family in Western Mass. for the weekend. It's been a nice break.
Oh - and the tourist map of Portland the hotel gave me had three yarn shops on it, all within a four block radius. Way to have your priorities in order, Portland. I tip my needles to you.
Speaking of -
A quick round-up of actual knitting, which I accidentally left at home:
The Slinky Ribs sweater now has one sleeve:
This one sleeve sucked up as much time as the body of the sweater did. Stupid, stupid sleeves. Also, the sleeve is too short; I'll have to pick out the bind off row and keep working. This is entirely my fault, however, and sprung from what was going to be a yarn shortage. Another ball in the same dye lot was acquired and all will be well. Except for having to do more knitting on this one dang sleeve. That's just annoying.
I also seem to have started a scarf:
Do I need a scarf? No. Do I know anyone who needs a scarf? Again, no. Yet here we are.
Ah, Noro. I can't quit you.
* Not bad, mind. Just bleh.
** Or its upstate equivalent.
*** They were driving a red minivan, btw. Which tickles me.