14 August 2009

Friday Funny

I finally made time to shoot the quilts at the capitol, now that they'll be up only one more week. I boarded a really early train and arrived at the capitol just after the sun peeked over the horizon. Hardly anyone anywhere. I was lovin' the solitude.

When I reached the entrance of the Colorado State Capitol, I noticed a sign stating business hours are 7:30 to 5. Good ol' budget cuts. I had more than half an hour to wait. But I just happened to have my handy dandy crochet bag. I'd worked on a miniature brown bear on the train. Now would be the perfect time to finish him. I opted to lean against the wall of the entrance stairway instead of sitting on a bench because I have to sit all day at work. Standing would be a pleasant break from the long daily work routine.

I worked away for what felt like half an hour. I checked the time on my camera, saw that I still had more than 15 minutes to wait, and continued happily stitching away until I suddenly was approached by a state police officer.

"Ma'am," he said loudly from across the parking lot as he made his way toward me, "what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting to see the quilts," I casually answered, looking up from my work.

"The what?" He was now arm's length distance from me, and I couldn't help but notice his hand was positioned precariously above his holster.

"I'm waiting to see the quilts," I repeated, still crocheting but not looking at what I my fingers were doing.

He stopped, cocked his head, stared at me for a minute, then asked one more time, for good measure, "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting to see the quilts. The quilts inside? Quilts at the Capitol?" I was still crocheting, just not as fast as I can go when I'm looking at what I'm doing.

He hesitated briefly, then informed me the building would not be open to the public until 7:30.

"Thank you," I said, looking back down at my work to make sure I hadn't skipped a stitch. (I didn't.)

He decided the woman who had parked in a reserved and well-labeled legislator's spot just a hundred feet or so away was more of a threat than I was and was audibly interrogating her within nanoseconds.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm armed and dangerous!" I thought to myself. "I have a hook, and I know how to use it!"


  1. Thanks for posting your blog address. I was able to get it into my google reader this time. Love your blog. Love your little bears. Are they all made from recyelced plastic or just some of them? That was a good idea to reuse the plastic bags like that. Sure would love to see you do it. Maybe you could make a short video and put it up for us to see it. =) Look forward to reading more of your Pioneer Trek. You took me there and now I want to see and feel more. Wish my kids could go on one. Need to move back out west. Thanks for blogging and sharing!

    Love and Hugs

  2. Fun blog. I have one too if you want to see what Kaela and I are up to and my soon to be little boy Jake.


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