Richard had them recharging last night.
I can’t do Stitches West on my feet. I’ve tried. The old head injury effects go into overload in the massive visual presence of the place and my balance disappears even worse and there’s just no way around the fact that Disneyland for knitters equals chairtime for me. That’s okay; there have been many many people looking wistfully at my ride by the end of the day every year.
Richard set it up and went out the door for work; I tried it out.
Dead dead dead. Ain’t goin’ nowhere. Darn.
Jasmin‘s brother Sam, who pushed me last year, was in LA.
My daughter Sam, who pushed me the year before, was across the country.
Well, I *could* try to walk it. (Yeah, let’s see if we can induce a seizure finally after eleven years?)
Um.
I did not call him. I did not text. I didn’t say boo. What could he do? I simply didn’t get myself out the door. I was about to, I kept telling myself, looking at the clock, noting that I’d paid for a two-day ticket, while arguing back at myself, okay, so then, when? How? Use the manual as a walker so you’ve got both hands holding on, at least?
Suddenly there was the front door opening again, and *My Hero* (trademarked) walks in: he wanted to make sure I didn’t get stuck and had it worked no okay he’d wondered if it might not have right he’ll go get that other battery pack and try that one oh yes he’d had it charging too.
You’re home? You did? We do? You can?
He was in a rush to get to work (some days I really really love that short commute) as he unscrewed the battery pack and replaced it. Here try that love you bye gotta run.
YES!!!
And that is how I got to go zipping around Stitches West and have the time of my life among my fellow knitters and friends that I only get to see once a year. And to meet some new ones. (Michelle, did you see? I was wearing your socks you made me while I was in the hospital.)
I came home to the news that we had gone past 30% of Congress today. GO KNITTERS! Then I read Jocelyn’s post and followed the link in it. Folks, we need gentility, top down, and we need civility in Congress now. If you haven’t yet, will you join Ellen and me and 162 hats’ worth of other knitters in spending a few hours to help get the word out? How often do our few stitches get a chance to create changes for the good for millions of people? Good wool, good work, good plan.
Stitches still has plenty of good yarn left for it. I promise.