I got the brim finished by the time I went to bed that night but I kept wondering why I was knitting this. My daughter-in-law has one like it; was I subconsciously trying to knit her back to being here in person? (Oh, and maybe bring
Well then.
I didn’t work on it much Friday, despite my nagging desire to finish a thing once started.
The phone rang about 9:00 this morning.
2:00? Okay, thank you, that sounds good, we’ll see you then!
I suddenly had two-thirds of a hat to knit, and fast. And I mean fast! I knew there was no way I could knit one from the beginning in time for the very helpful fellow who would be dropping by, but for his wife at least, whom I’d never met, I had a head start in that lovely Malabrigo softness.
And I knew that the best way to make a good person happy is to do something to honor those closest to them.
I stopped him a moment. Explained what I’d done. I saw someone I took to be his wife (she was) waiting in the car and waved hi to her as he left, hat now in hand. I shut the door after him.
You know that doorbell rang again before I could get across the house.
And so I got to meet a delightful woman whom I felt matched me right down to the longish gray hair and the hearing aids. We swapped a few hearing stories and laughed together. The whole time I’d been raceknitting, I’d been wishing I could actually meet her, and I got to!
When a ball of yarn leaps onto your needles like that, sometimes you’ve just got to obey it.
Oh, and one other thing? The female Cooper’s hawk swooped across the yard just about the time I finished, me on my perch just then and she coming to hers, the metal dolly ten feet away. My eyes followed her in as she came and I turned. She seemed to approve of that nest I’d built–awfully small, though, don’t you think–and a moment later, with a nod of her head, (birds do that to gauge distances but never mind) she swooped back to the right and away.