Weekend Activities
Our weekend was quiet. G. wasn’t feeling too perky after an intense work week and entertaining company twice for dinners. With the past few days of idyllic autumnal weather, we had trimmed hedges, weeded and mowed, transplanted greenery, leaving us both tired and needing down time.
He rested, slept, watched TV and searched the Internet for cars. Each fall, he is hit by the “I wonder if I should sell the car and purchase a newer model?” bug. So he searched for deals on used vehicles. He fancies a Toyota Rav4 this time; if he finds one, we’ll be selling our Matrix. Or maybe not, he just enjoys the search, loves looking for cars.
The whole weekend was rainy and cool, great incentive for staying indoors and close to the fireplace. I muddled around the house doing odds’n’ends of house tidying, the usual laundry, meals, catching up on paper work for volunteer commitments and knitting, plus some waiting on the husband...maid-like, as I said he wasn’t feeling well. I don’t usually wait on him; he is extremely capable and competent around the house and is an excellent chef, but he was whiny, so what could I do?
I’ve not knit much since last winter, therefore am rusty. I am a slow, careful knitter. Though I enjoy it, I am not terribly proficient at it. Knitting requires the full focus of my attention; it feels like a meditative activity of sorts. I literally cannot carry on a conversation or watch a TV program or listen to the radio when I knit. There is something about following instructions to the letter that throws me off. Is my head so busy composing stories and writing that I don’t concentrate well on direction-specific tasks?
I did complete two small knitting projects. I started the hat and unravelled it three times before I got the pattern right. Argh! The mittens had to be adjusted so that the pair was the “same”. I do like the challenge of projects I’m not good at, even though they try my patience. I used to think that I would get really proficient at knitting if I kept at it. A delusion; hasn’t happened...doesn’t look like it will. I am not a fantastic knitter, must restrict myself to simple projects, though I do enjoy the meditative activity…especially on a quiet weekend when the man is unwell and so whiny. Knitting is better than strangling.
6 comments:
I wish Icould knit, my mother used to knit all the time and made some nice jumpers and things, she tried to teach me but i could never learn (something to do with being left handed?). My Mum rarely knits now sadly
That's too bad that she doesn't knit now. I would think knitting would be just as possible for left handed folks as for right handed folks. Some people have a gift for it. I have a sister who could knit anything even without patterns; my grandmother was the same. I however have the devil's own time trying to knit successfully. If I can, anyone can. Maybe you could try again.
Gotta comment on the surprise ending!!! hahaha... love it!!
Thanks, Gwen. I didn't really want to strangle him as he was feeling terible. Well, maybe I did...just a little!
Thanks Carol, I think it wasn't that I can't knit because I'm left handed but that I found it difficult to pick it up when the person teaching me was right handed. I've never worked out really why my Mum gave up knitting!
Thanks for your comment, CGP. Perhaps you'll find someone to teach you, who is left handed also. Trying to learn from someone who was differently handed would be challenging.
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