Although, she would have heard mine, come to think of it.

So.

Dental follow-up appointment. They called yesterday to reschedule me. Got there early because parking’s a bear. Brought just a hat project in a ziploc, since it looked like it would start raining again any second.

I sat there and sat there and sat there. I could hear the folks at work in the adjoining rooms but no one was manning the check-in and nobody had any clue I was there.

After half an hour, another patient came in.

She was elderly. She looked smashing. Her hair had been done, her dress perfect, her makeup demanded you notice her eyes.

Those warm and smiling eyes. And an accent I couldn’t quite place other than to think she’d been here a long time now.

She exclaimed over my very simple turquoise stockinette stitch beanie that had the bottom folded up and the decreasing happening at the top of my needles and told me how pretty it was.

(I thought, Honey, I can brag on a better one than that), and pulled out my phone and showed the latest.

Her mouth hung open in surprise at that afghan. She embiggened the details for a better look, chasing the screen around with her finger.

Then she started to tell me she could knit, even if not a lot and that she doesn’t anymore. “We all could; we were invaded,” as if that should tell me everything.

I was suddenly glad I was wearing a gerdan, but she didn’t mention it so who knows. Either way, Eastern Europe was my guess.

But just then someone appeared who worked there but whom I’d never seen before nor she me. Her own accent was thick and clearly of Slavic origin. She wanted to know who I was and why I was there? Caught herself and backtracked a bit and asked if I had an appointment? But I wasn’t on the books…

She took my name to doublecheck that. Nope–I was off by a week.

I wondered what her experiences had been, too.

I explained that I’m pretty deaf and that I’d handed the phone to my husband when they’d called to make the appointment and I was sorry we’d gotten it wrong. She said that was her on the phone,  now realizing who I was, and she apologized–to which I said No, no, I got to meet you (turning to the woman I’d been talking to) because of this–thank you!

I went home chuckling over the effort life had gone to to get me to finally start to finish that silly hat (typing that knowing it still needs nine more ever-smaller rows. If you’re going to be so close you might as well be so much closer.)

Richard told me a few minutes later, They said today!

Meant to be, then, I told him.

My only regret is that I never got to ask that woman about the country she’d come from and how she’d managed to make it here. All those stories she’d lived through and how she’d come out of it a warm, loving person: I wanted to hear them!