Sock Summit on the horizon

I leave for Sock Summit two weeks from today. I'm pretty sure that scientists didn't have SS in mind when they came up with the term "event horizon," but it fits. I have crossed the point of no return, and am now being sucked inexorably into the black hole of prep.

At the same time, I've been trying to not repeat the summer of 2009, where I spent every waking and half-waking moment dyeing for SS, and I felt like I missed out on a lot of the summer. My child is only getting older and at some point soon, he's going to have zero interest in spending time with old mom and dad. So when I scheduled him for camps and so forth this summer, I skipped this week and last in order to take him to daily swim lessons instead. We've hiked almost every day, seen friends, and spent lots of time reading in the sun. Dyeing at night is harder, both because of motivation and because I see the colors a lot better in natural light, but I'm glad I did it. And I don't feel guilty for also feeling glad that he's in camp for the next two weeks.

Tour de Fleece is also on, and my good intentions of spinning both on my spindle and my bicycle every day are out the window. But spindling is something that I can do at midnight, whereas cycling is somewhat less convenient at that hour, so at least I've been making a little progress on that front. I'm working with some undyed CVM and I'm feeling pretty pleased with how I'm improving, even though my joins are slubby monstrosities. It will come with time and practice, I know.