That light gray-blue Mecha wool hat a few weeks ago that I didn’t quite get to finish while the garage worked on my tire?
Guess which idiot light came back on in the car?
Sure, you can bring it over right now, he said on the phone.
When I told him the tire light had blinked for several blocks on the way there before going solid, his own light bulb went off and he was glad I’d mentioned it so he knew what to check.
It was a different tire this time but it was also the sensor that tells the car about it. The car’s an ’07; he said the other three would probably start failing, too, but at least hopefully not all at once.
He’s such a gentle, kind man.
Today though he looked like the world was heavy on his shoulders, and all I could think of was how much he reminded me of my cousin John.
I hadn’t unpacked my purse from the trip yet. That hat he’d seen me working on the last time was in there. I also had a brighter blue one (London Sky) I’d knitted on the plane, with a third (Piedras) on the needles I’d started at the airport on the way home.
Again, I almost finished it before he called me over.
After he’d rung the work up I presented my own and offered him his choice. He was blown away. He picked the London Sky, and as he went to put it on his head I told him, “Happy Birthday!”
He looked at me in surprise: “Did you know it was my birthday?!”
Me, surprised but delighted: “No!”
“It was the 17th,” he said, “but, yeah, it was my birthday.” It was cold. He told me his ears were warm already and that he’d needed that. He told me his girlfriend was going to love it, so I asked his girlfriend’s favorite color and unlike quite a few men I’ve met he knew it without hesitation.
Pink? Suddenly I have an excuse to buy a skein of yarn. Twist my arm.
Anything I can do, when I know I can do at least that one small thing. John would want me to. Can you just picture the man’s happy anticipation towards making her happy once he gets it?
The way my tires are going, I’ll get everybody in the shop by the end of next month.