Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Lost Months

This blog post has been a long time coming. I’ve written it many times and many different ways in my mind, but none of them have made it to the actual post. There is really no good way to explain why I haven’t blog in so long except that life has been crazy, which I know isn’t a good excuse. My personal life has been a little crazy since my last blog post and as a result, I wasn’t really crafting all that much. I was knitting, but mainly just knitting obligations.  Which I know sounds terrible, but it also helped me stay sane during all the insanity.

My spouse, the wonderful Mr. SpiderKate, had ramped up his job search and it was starting to become clear that the search wasn’t going to result to a job in Houston.  Now, this was not for lack of trying. He did try to look in the Houston area, but then a really good opportunity presented itself in the great state of Georgia and our fate was sealed. I don’t remember much about the months of May or June, except to say that I/we spent almost all of our free time getting the house ready to sell and setting ourselves up to move to another state. Though at the same time I kept a lot of this information to myself and a very few close friends. There were just too many balls in the air to share until everything was absolutely happening.

The month of June, in fact, was exceptionally crazy.  Within a span of probably 2 weeks, Mr. SpiderKate went on the interview, we put our house on the market, Mr. SpiderKate got the job offer and accepted the offer, our house was sold, and all the plans were set for the movers to pack us up & move us to Georgia. There are no really no words to describe how fast all of this happened. If you are of the generation that knows about the Tasmanian devil, then that’s essentially what it was like.

There are some hilariously tragic stories from the move, which if I didn’t laugh at, then I would have just cried and broken down.  I’ll give you a little taste of something that happened and save the rest for another post. On the day the movers came to load the truck, our cat, Copernicus, peed on me as I brought him to the bathroom to lock him up. I was PEED on at like 830 AM IN THE MORNING.  The movers are literally pulling the truck up and about to ring my doorbell.  My stuff is packed up. It’s not like I’m about to change or do laundry! I spent the rest of the day with my cat peed shorts and in fear of being peed on again anytime I had to pick up/move/etc. the cat. On the other hand, it broke my heart that he was that scared that he peed on me. It’s probably safe to say that we both didn’t have a good day that day. The saving grace of that morning was my dear friend Sherry, who brought me breakfast and coffee from Starbucks.

It all builds character, right? That’s my inner Calvin & Hobbes fan coming out. This time I’m sticking with Calvin’s dad on this one – it does build character.  Next time I promise more knitting stories and photos. And maybe another moving story because there are more to be told and they are THAT good.


  1. Work was also the reason that moved me to Georgia. Can't complain as there is plenty for the knitters and spinners in this peachy state. Have you been to Eat.Knit.Sleep yet? :-) Also local: Gales Art, Copper Corgi, Knitty & Color. I've blogged about that a couple of weeks (?) ago: http://sweetpurls.blogspot.com/2014/09/georgia-in-my-stash.html

    1. I didn't even realize that Eat.Sleep.Knit was in GA! It's far from where I am in Savannah, but it's good to know for when I am in Atlanta. I have heard of Copper Corgi (beautiful, scratch that, gorgeous yarn!) and Gales Art sounds familiar. I will need to check out Knitty & Color. Thank you for the wonderful information!!