The road to Oregon is two mittens long.
Family gatherings were what they were. Thank goodness for the newest member, a two & a half year old constant blur of a floor show. He kept us all entertained, just like his dad, my nephew, did thirty years ago. (Thirty years, how did that happen?) As we sat around the edge of the room, I tried to see who was there, to see them with honest eyes, not the view through memory. There was aging and sadness . . . more than expected.
Back at the hotel, the guys went swimming . . . I began another pair of mittens.
"What? You can't knit in the dark? Stuff and nonsense; anybody can. Shut your eyes. Knit one stitch." Elizabeth Zimmerman (from Knitter's Almanac).
