Well, possibly it was early morning. I always found it hard to classify 3 A.M. Finally, I decided – if I had gone to sleep and woken up, then 3 A.M. is early morning. On the other hand, if I am still up from the night before, then 3 A.M. is a late night. OK, possibly a very late night. But I digress…
Anyway, there I was, at 3 A.M. in our boys’ room/DH’s office. The room was thankfully empty of both boys (away in their dorm) and husband (finally asleep in our bedroom). I sat on the couch surrounded by my knitting projects. I was getting ready to do some nice brainless knitting while talking to a crowd of the most amazing knitting friends. All of them are part of a wonderful email group, called Knit Talk.
By now we have been together for many years. Some post often and some hardly ever (at this point I am a hardly ever poster). Some only knit and other are multicraftual. I am fascinated by the exotics of weaving and tatting. Some talk mainly about their projects and others mention their projects while talking about everything else. We are a very diverse group in ages, occupations, political and religious convictions. More importantly in yarn, color and pattern preferences.
I have to say, that there were times when members of this group were directly responsible for my ever increasing stash getting larger. And I want Margo Lynn to know, that it is all her fault that I have started knitting another baby blanket. Just so I have something blue to show off next time I manage to stay up. GS #3, an intended beneficiary, can thank her when he will achieve speech.
We are a tight knit group that have been happy for each other in good times and helped each other to survive losses. It is a special comfort for me to know that they are out there wondering how am I doing and sending good thoughts my way. Ladies, I think about you often and try to send good thoughts your way too. This Zoom Knit Night is one of the rare gifts of the Pandemic. We are finally face to face and this makes me feel a lot less lonely.
With all things happening in my life in the last few months, it has been hard for me to keep up with my emails. And something kept happening each week to prevent me from staying up. Some nights I have been too exhausted and recently two Sunday Nights were spent in the hospital. Well, last night I had a very strong cup of tea around 12.30 A.M. and told myself firmly that I will not go to sleep. I will be there. And I was.
There I was, on a couch, knitting a vest for DS #2. I was listening and talking and looking at what others were knitting. And, of course, showing off my knitting and crochet projects. At some point my four-year old woke up and found me (he usually wakes up around that time). He wondered in, looked at the screen for a while and fell asleep. And for the first time in many weeks my heart was light as my needles moved forming stitch after stitch in crispy grew wool.