I know I’ve been entirely too absent from here, peeps. But I just can’t spare the time these days. Time, precious time. I’m working three days at the college and the other two are spent with sweetie Merritt, my new two-year-old buddy who hangs with me while Ruby works. It’s working out very well, except for the fact that I have no free time, but apparantly I wasn’t very productive last year when I had more free time, so I think it’s better this way.
I had to check in to tell you about this freak knitter encounter I had last week. My family and I went to the high school football game last Friday evening. I think it was the first home game (not that I was paying much attention. It was nearly over before I realized who we were playing). As we chose our seats I wondered to myself why DH wanted to sit in that particular spot, it wasn’t near a convenient place to exit, there didn’t seem to be much room for all of us, etc. But I kept quiet because I just wanted to sit and not wander for a seat all night. After a few minutes I got out my knitting and not long afterward the woman, who seemed to be about my mother’s age, seated a few feet to my left said, “Sock or mitten?” I replied, “Sock.” and proceeded to pull out the finished one from my bag and we discussed knitting. (Insert DH’s eyeroll here). It turns out that she is a huge sock knitter and quilter, loves knitting blogs and is just as obsessed about knitting as I am. She confided that she knits at stoplights when there’s too much traffic. I was in heaven talking to her. In the end Connie and I exchanged phone numbers and plan to get together to knit a couple times per month. The funny part is that since this is a fairly small town, we already knew about each other from people we know. She used to work with my father in law and knew DH from there, and so recognized him and knew who I was before I knew who she was. I take my kids to the dentist where her daughter works as a receptionist (and she always says, “Oh, my mom knits socks too!”), her other daughter was in my graduating class in high school, my kids, my DH, and I attended the preschool where her good friend Lois has worked for 30 years and Lois even told Connie that I am also a sock knitter. How funny. It was like a breath of fresh air talking to her, someone who GETS it about knitting. She knits at stoplights for crying out loud. I don’t even do that, though I think about it when my knitting is within reach and it’s a long light. Don’t you wonder how many people do that? Scary. She asked my if DH gets annoyed about my KIP, I said only when I knit in church. She said she can’t do that one. Hmmm. She’d risk her life and limb in her car, but not offend her church folk? Priorities. 
Note to Jean Bean: I know you’re dying to know who’s mom I was chatting with. Clue: Connie’s daughter’s name is Trisha and she was a cheerleader.
