I practiced taking the scooter apart. The battery pack is the heaviest piece at 40 lbs–bad, but I can do it. I tested the battery over the last several weeks; it seems to be holding its charge. I zipped around the house again and again and didn’t clip any wall edges.
It made me remember my late friend Lynda Lowe, who once was fumbling for her keys with a grocery bag in her lap, and having forgotten to turn her heavy chair off, suddenly hit the switch she couldn’t see and lurched straight through the frame of her front door, leaving it in splinters. Oops.
But my scooter is a little thing.
I once knitted her a cream-colored Aran cardigan, with sleeves of slightly different lengths the way she needed, in the same yarn and the same combination of cable stitches as the sweater I’d made my husband. He is 6’8″, a large man. She was, if memory serves, 4’8″, and a hundred pounds was a weight she aspired to. I always wanted a picture of the two of them side-by-side in their matching sweaters so I could say, And THIS is why we do gauge swatches!
Stitches West is this weekend. The kind of event where you want to have finished everything you ever imagined knitting and the once-a-year chance to be with knitting friends you only get to see then. It is wonderful, it is intense, it is exhausting, it utterly fries my sense of balance in the visual overload and I can only do it sitting down.
My chocolate is packed. I’m ready to go.