My dad and stepmother have been visiting me this past week. Prior to their visit, I cleaned the house from top to bottom, in as many nook and crannies as I could get to. My dad is not a neat freak-OCD type, but he is a very neat and orderly person, so he would notice a streak of dust. He’s not a nagger or complainer either, but if you know my husband, you know that keeping up with him and his dustball trail of stuff is almost a full-time job.
While they were here, I took them for afternoon tea at Huntington Gardens. My dad is an avid and talented gardener, and garden societies in Houston have toured his home/gardens before. (He has a bougainvillea plant that he successfully grafted to grow 6 different colors!!). Anyway, aside from the heat, they really enjoyed the trip and the food. My dad’s favorite things were the bamboos and bonsai. He even made me take a picture of very interesting bonsai in the Japanese gardens so that he can send the photos to the Bonsai Society. I didn’t want to have to make a composite of all the pictures, so I taught him how to upload and send pictures through Flickr, and gave him a memory card reader so that he can use the hand-me-down digital camera I gave him over 6 months ago. (I hope he remembers and doesn’t lose the notes he jotted down.)
It also happens that my godparents are visiting as well. My godparents are in the bike industry (their family owns KHS) and come annually from Taiwan for a bike trade show in Las Vegas. (Godparents in Asian cultures don’t really have the type of religious connotation and meaning as godparents in some Western cultures.)
Our families have known each other since we were all children living on the same street in Taiwan over 30 years ago. My dad has 2 girls, they have 2 boys, so they swapped and they became our godparents and my parents became their kids’ godparents. Since they all happened to be here at the same time, I played dutiful daughter and tour guide and took everyone to Catalina Island.
While on the 1 hour boat ride to and from Catalina, I worked on one of my secret projects, due in early October. I thought I was doing pretty well, only pausing to point out a few dolphins and the approaching island to my “tour group.” I was pretty proud of myself for making some progress while entertaining guests. Or so I thought….
Last night, I noticed that I made some major boo-boos about 30 rounds down. I worked a repetitive element in the pattern too early and thus threw off the look of the whole garment. I counted at least 10 times to make sure that it was indeed a mistake. I unraveled the many sections where the mistakes occurred in the round (at least 14 incidences) and attempted to correct it that way. Challenging, but better than frogging 30 rounds, right? Ah, but Mr. Murphy had another idea. I found another weird mistake about 13 rounds down — a mistake that could not be corrected without frogging. Boo! I’ve since fixed the boo-boo and hopefully am back on track, but I am now even more anxious about getting things done before my deadline. My parents have gone home now, but my godparents will be here for at least another 1.5, though they are not staying with me. I think I will just have to put off taking my godmother out for a few days (she likes me to take her shopping since she rarely has time to do so when she’s in Taiwan) until I catch up and make more progress.