Okay, last night I met a friend from my knit group at the local Starbucks because she needed some help. Actually, her step-sister is taking a class and is having a few problems getting started. And she is being taught to knit continental and I am a continental knitter.
After leaving there around 7:30, I ran to the bank and I decided to stop at the fire house. No big surprise there. But the big surprise would be that it was not my fire house. Yet.
I have been given the opportunity to ride at a specialty house in Frederick and I have become friends with one of the guys there. (He is a career firefighter and this house has only a few volunteers who actually show up on a regular basis.)
I stopped by to pick up a membership application. Yeah, like I have time to join another fire house! But I am going to do it anyway. This station is known locally as the truck house. Yes, it has two trucks, a air and light unit, and a duty vehicle. And that is all. There is no ambulance! And the trucks are tiller trucks which mean they bend in the middle. Technically they are known as tractor driven aerials. And I am discovering that I like truck work.
Truck work means no hose line. Trucks go in and ventilate the building, perform search and rescue, and handle overhaul. There is no hose to help you find your way back out of a fire room. But still I enjoy it.
While I was there talking to my friend, they got a call. And since I had my gear, I ran and grabbed it and got dressed in the back of the cab. We were put back into service when we were almost to the location. My friend and I talked until almost 11 when I finally left.
I was just going to bed after knitting for awhile when my pager went of at 12:30 for an automatic alarm. Run back down to the station and jump on the truck and pray that we get placed back in service before we get there. No such luck. We did not get back until a little after 1:30 am. So I am dragging this morning.
But I should be able to finish up a sock tonight provided things stay quiet. I have about 1/2-inch of ribbing left to go on one sock. Of course, I still need to start the mate but it still counts as actually knitting progress.
Photos tomorrow of the singleton and the beginnings of my toe-up Jaywalker.