Sometimes I hang around the house for days without getting in my car. It’s a far cry from the days when we had kids at home and I spent half my waking hours and a few snoozing ones behind the wheel.
Any regular trips I make locally these days are nearby, so I can hit any of my regular stops– the Farmer’s Market, library, and supermarket in a circular route. The pet store, beauty shop, yarn shop, pharmacy, book store, and okay… Chick-FilA, are all within that circle.
It isn’t boring. If I leave home without my camera, I usually regret it. It’s a thrill a minute around here if one isn’t too picky about her thrills.
Yesterday I went to my LYS (that’s knitterly talk for Charlotte Yarn) to see sock guru Wendy Johnson, in town to teach her sock knitting from the toe up method. I’m not even close to knitting socks, so I waited until after the class to go to the shop. I was able to meet her, see her in action, and have her autograph her books.
There WAS no action. I’ll swear, the woman was using only the tips of her index fingers to make that sweater (nope–wasn’t knitting a sock) grow on her needles. How can somebody knit using only two joints???? She says she often reads a book on her iPad while she knits, but yesterday she carried on an easy conversation as she worked on her sweater without looking at it.
I could not relate. I have to struggle to keep from throwing my arm out of joint when I knit. No talking, of course; my tongue is usually hanging out of my mouth in concentration. I have to put my knitting down to even read the pattern. Bifocalitis.
I’d console myself that at least I’m using more calories, but I understand that Wendy has lost about 30 pounds. There were no Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and Diet Coke beside her as she knitted.
My LYS is in a small shopping center with a supermarket, coffee shop, a couple of restaurants, and a few small shops. I’ve never seen a van like this before and wondered what in the world it was doing there.
On the way home, I did a double take at the sight of a couple of friends taking a bike ride. I snapped this picture of them while I waited at a stoplight.
I’ll bet that dog gets a real chuckle out of watching dog sled races.
If Dearly Beloved would get one of these contraptions, we could exercise together.
He’d pedal, I’d knit.