Tonight is the second annual party and sock yarn exchange with my Knit Night friends. This year is by definition better, because Middlest will be going with me.
I popped our contributions to the kamikaze fierceness which is the sock yarn exchange ~ I won’t be able to lull anybody into a false sense of security this year, not after the way I finagled that “burning bunnies” yarn last time ~ into the trunk, along with the sugared pecans. And I popped myself into the driver’s seat for a short drive through Ryan Place, a gentrified neighborhood that is quite near the chapel.
I wasn’t disappointed. Huge old houses from the early years of the last century; possibly some even older than that. All lit up like Christmas [ducking]. My inner Martha wanted to come home and drag out all the boxes and start foofing. The part of me that pays for inner Martha’s exuberance in multiple ways, came home and had a small snack and went to bed.
I think I am on my next-to-last pattern repeat on the cuff of the Wollmeise sock. I had a couple of really great experiences on the train ride to work yesterday morning, because of this sock. There is a distinguished looking gentleman who communes with his laptop. We nod and smile and don’t say much to one another. Yesterday he was waxing enthusiastic about the sock. I think he might be an engineering type, because his eyes didn’t glaze over when I showed him the chart for the pattern. Sadly, his wife is allergic to wool; I think otherwise I might have been able to persuade him to learn to knit, so he could make socks for her. But maybe I’m projecting?
A couple of stops down the line, I heard him say to the woman who had just sat down across from him, “The lady behind you is a knitter, too. She’s making a red sock. It’s [insert appropriate adjective, which I have forgotten].”
So naturally I turned around, and she turned around, and we conversed in the space between our seats. She has been knitting for a week and a half and confessed that she was waiting for it to start being relaxing. She crochets, so I told her that she already has half the neural pathways established. I also told her about Knit Night and how to find us next week, and then we exchanged names.
She has the same first name as Middlest! Spelled the same way, too. I told her, “I’m going to ask what will sound like a totally bizarre question, but by any chance are you also left-handed?” She is, and she cannot wait to meet Middlest and see what else they have in common besides given name, hand dominance, and newness-to-knitting.
Time for me to start getting ready for work. I am driving in today, because I am taking my last half hour of PT, and what is the point of getting off early if I just have to sit and wait for the train? [Well, other than the hope of another nice chat with Trainman.] Plus, I would like half a chance of getting Middlest and me to the party on time.
So, tonight is the Knit Night party.
Tomorrow night is the ward party, and I am making either baklava or spanakopita, even though I do not have a Greek bone in my body as far as I know. We are doing a cook-from-your-ethnicity-or-culture feast. I just happen to love Greek food.
Sunday night is the Christmas choral festival or whatever they are calling it, at church. Free. 7:00pm. Me, with zills, in the chapel, and still trying to learn the alto part to the Hallelujah Chorus. Trainman might be there; I told him he was allowed to come up afterwards and tell me how amazing I am. He grinned. Here’s how to find us:
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
5001 Altamesa [just west of Hulen, on the south side; you’ll have to make a U-turn]
Fort Worth, TX
Monday night is Lark’s concert at school.
Tuesday night is Knit Night.
Wednesday is tithing settlement.
Thursday I sit home and twitch.
Sounds like a plan to me...
- 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!