Back home our Pastor's wife, Miss Jean, taught the girls and me how to knit. We had a blast spending the day knitting and eating all the good food Miss Jean would prepare for us. That woman cooked...a lot! We would joke that we were like Hansel and Gretel and that she was trying to fatten us up. But, we loved every minute of it. We would sit around all day knitting and talking. Just not at the same time. I could knit or I could talk. I couldn't do both. Some days I got some knitting done, others not so much. I like to talk.
Last week Chad went to the auto store to pick up a piece for the van. I think it is offically on its last tire. Anyway, I went with him and I noticed that accross the street was a yarn store. I told Chad I would be back in a minute and ran to the store to see if they held any classes the girls and I could attend. The answer was yes and that there would be free time for us to come in on Thursdays to work on anyway project we wanted. She said some ladies come in and knit and others come to just sit and talk, but that we were most welcome to join them.
So lastnight, Jess, Ryan and I went to the class. Cody had caught my cold, flu, or whatever it was and she decided it would be best for her to stay home. Chad needed to pick up another part for the van, so I told him just to drop us off and pick us up in a couple of hours. The lady who had helped me the week before helped us get the needles, yarn and pattern we needed for the hat we wanted to make and we all took our seats to get started. The girls and I began to cast on the yarn when the lady (I never asked her name) stopped us and said she was going to show us a different way to cast on the yarn. Um...Yikes! You have no idea what it took for us to learn casting on and how to knit from Miss Jean. The woman is amazingly patient. REALLY patient. I didn't want to irritate this lady the first day we met her so I tried to pay close attention to what she said and what I was doing. Remember, I can't talk and knit at the same time. When I sat down in the tiny store I had sat down with my back to the door. I was concentrating on my new way to cast on but I could tell that more and more women were entering the store for this knitting night. The more women came in the louder it became. I just couldn't concentrate on what I was doing so I tried to tune the women out. I have no idea how many women came in nor would I recognize them if I were to see them again. If I looked up I was going to mess up. But, you coudn't help but to hear what they were talking about, and the subject of husbands came up. I am sure you can see where I am heading with this, so let me remind you the girls are with me. Anyway, one woman started talking about how she was going to take a vacation without her husband, even though he wanted to go with her. She just told him this is what she was doing and she was doing it on her own. What? I would love to take a vacation with Chad. Another went on to say if she wins the lottery she has already decided that she is divorcing her husband, but she would still "stay" with him. She will give him half of the winnings to do with as he pleased but that he would not get any of hers. The reason for the divorce? He couldn't touch her half of the money. And on it went. More women would enter and the conversation would continue. Until, I heard the door open then silence. Before I ever turned around I knew Chad had walked into the store. I looked up and sure enough there he was. The girls and I gathered our things up, I paid, and we left.
When we left the store I told Chad about the women's conversaton. He said he could tell when he walked in something was up becuase he had noticed the instantanious silence on his entrance. I told him I thought that I had better get him out of there before the women went and got a noose for around his neck. We just laughed as we climbed into my newly fixed van and went home.
