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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Does this make you grin?



I came home last night, happily weary after another productive day, and worked on the sock while the sugared pecans baked. They are bagged and in the fridge for tomorrow night. Tonight I will wrap up the sock yarn for the gift exchange.

It wasn’t until I was nearly to work, that I realized I had left my card key and my cell phone at home. It didn’t overly complicate my day until time to go home, when I put on my coat, grabbed my bag, walked out the [locked] front door, and realized that the sock was still on my desk.

Aughhh! I didn’t want Trainman to see just how twitchy I get when my hands have nothing to do. I stood outside the office for a minute or two, willing one of my co-workers to walk out. Nothing. Then one of the ladies from the suite next door saw my plight and told me to go use their phone to see if I could get somebody to let me in.

Success! One of my friends opened the double doors for me, then sprinted back to the inner security door, just in time to have it close in her face. And she didn’t have her card key on her, either. So she stood at the big window in front of switchboard, and I stood at the crack in the door, and we both hollered for another friend to come rescue us.

It’s a wonder I can tie my own shoes some days, right? No, wait, I wear clogs. Nevermind.

So I got my sock and my chart, and I speed-walked to the station, and Trainman said yes, he was quite relieved that I had my knitting with me.

He would have been quite safe. But the first bozo with his iPod on so loudly that he could be heard three rows away? Not so much.

I have my card key and my cell phone and my keys and my knitting. I know where my shoes are, and I know what I’m wearing to work. And now I’m going to whip up a batch of cream of wheat and sweeten it with the leftover crunchy bits from the roasted pecans.

And then I’m going to try to stay out of trouble all day.

4 comments:

Jenni said...

Since one of your children used bread from my house to make you a sandwich the other day, it is only fair that you bring over some of that sweet pecan cream of wheat to the house where the bread used to live. Don't ya think?

Do we need to start making you wear your key on a chain around your neck like the youngest had to do way back in the day?

Tola said...

but do you know where your towel is?

Lynn said...

Et tu, Tola?

Rorek said...

I laughed. I love you Mom.