I admit to a not-so-gracious response when people tell me they don’t have time to knit. “Really?” I think to myself. “You don’t watch TV or sit in a vehicle or a waiting room or a chair at a friend’s or your own house?” What I usually say is something like, “Oh, I’m always surprised by how much I can knit by just a few minutes here or there.”
For instance, at the hair salon early on a Saturday morning where I managed to get in a few rounds on the Lord Varys sock while Lisa worked her usual magic.
Or while watching the Celtics with Mom, who’s been a fan for more than 60 years.
Or watching the Bruins with Patrick and chief cousin Hank on Saturday night. It’s slow going now that I’m working the border of the Log Cabin Throw, but the end is near. Let’s hope the same is not true for the B’s, who could advance to the Stanley Cup semi-finals with a win tonight.
Here in the Boston area, it feels as though we haven’t seen the sun in weeks. When it’s not raining, the sky is a cloudy white-grey, as you can see from Mom’s window, where the bird feeder is getting a lot of use.
Despite some drizzle, I managed to convince her of a Saturday afternoon outing to a free jazz concert. She wasn’t sure where we were headed, but she didn’t resist. Along with about 75 others, we sat in a lovely church hall and enjoyed performances by two jazz trios as part of a local arts festival.
Before and during the performances, we knitted. But of course, you knew that, right?