Knitting. I am knitting a hat and a scarf for Derek. Black and off-white. Bulky. 2×2 rib. I love knitting ribbed stuff. Something very Zen about the knit knit purl purl. Flip. Repeat. Love the pattern. Love how it looks real – like wow! Maybe I just bumped into the perfect yarn with the perfect needle size. But knitting – it’s like – saving my sanity.
So I’m knitting. Size 10.5 needles – unavailable in bamboo locally SIGH but the pink plastic fits my budget these days anyhow.
And acrylic, yo! It’s a heck of a lot more fun to make stuff on the cheap that’s nifty than spend a ton on really cool yarn and not know what to do with it. I’m fearless with acrylic. Take that and meditate!
And meditate is something I’ve been trying to do more of lately. Knitting is the way, IMO, for me to turn off the channels in my head and let tension float away. The rhythm, routine, pattern, the neatness.
This week – let’s see:
- The Honda was totaled. (but no one was hurt, not a lick!)
- Ruby stuck a Polly Pocket puppy shoe up her nose. (but it wasn’t a bean, it didn’t sprout and Sis got it out!)
- Costco messed up my prescription so terribly that the Pharmacist delivered it to me, like, at my house. (but I got it! without a second trip for my dad in this weather, with his cold…)
- I have six children in my home right now. Three teenagers, two fighting cousins (4 & 5), and an almost snarky but mostly getting over the flu 7 year old (or is she 8 now?). (but they are generally sweet and let me alone to clean and cook and clean and cook and clean and cook…)
- The snow….
So yeah, it’s been a week. And the snow keeps falling. Laying a blanket of white over everything. Cold, beautiful. I can’t remember a winter when it ever snowed this much. It’s been awhile. And I’m sure the weather, and the relentless snow – I’m sure there is a metaphor for life, this life, buried under the flakes that melt in our hands, but I can’t let it out.
All I can do is knit. Rows of black and white. And hope that this Wednesday, when my sister goes in for a biopsy at 6am., hope there will be parentheses to tack on the end. (but she was okay…)