Maybe I'm weird. OK, I am a little weird. It makes me happy when the numbers on my odometer line up. My 1996 Toyota pickup, Truckito has quite a few miles on her. 233,866 as of this morning. I like the rhythm and the repetition. So I made a wish this morning - that I have a great weekend.
Am I the only person who makes wishes on the odometer readings? Don't you love seeing the little numbers line up? Do you know that the moon is roughly 238,900 miles from the earth? Perhaps I should throw a little party for Truckito when she makes it that far.
I know it's not world peace or the end of hunger, but it's only an odometer wish. I am going to a contradance weekend near Winston-Salem where I used to live. I'll be teaching a beginning English Country dance workshop, so asking for a great weekend means...
- That the workshop goes well
- No traffic problems on the way.
- No knee blowouts or other dance related injuries
- No relationship breakdowns or other undue emotional distress
- I get in a nice hike
The weekend is in a beautiful setting, a 4-H camp in the foothills not far from Hanging Rock State Park. The music should be wonderful with the Great Bear Trio and the Skytones. Since I used to live there, I'll see lots of old friends. I'm bringing knitting, but probably not my spinning wheel as there is more community space at this camp than at the last one. I'll be knitting hats, but I may bring the green cardi, even though it requires thinking. Wish me luck!
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