I got a take-out lunch (and a coffee) and headed to Swan Point Cemetery. I parked myself under a tree and tackled a new knitting project.
After less than an hour, two older women wandered over. They (of course) were knitters, and one of them ran a knitting guild for 30 years. We chatted for a while, and they told me all about the graves they visit- people they actually knew, and people who have interesting headstones. They referred to it as "visiting our friends".
When I got home, we were down to one kid. My husband Vince Flynn and I spent some "quiet" time reading in the backyard with EnzoChenzo.
As for the "sticks" aspect- this will eventually be these cabled arm warmers. I've been eyeing this lone hank of Berroco Ultra Alpaca since last summer, and I'm glad to get it out of my yarn basket. I spent last week in a knitting funk, but I'm excited to finish these, even if I can't wear them for six months.
Tomorrow's a beach day. I'm sure everyone else in RI will be there as well.
2 comments:
I always like the term "tackling a new project." It sounds as if you are knitting furiously and smoke is rising from the sheer speed of your creating.
Anyone who reads who has never been to Swan Point might think you are creepy, but Swan Point is as much park as graveyard.
I love spending "me" time in a cemetery.
Your husband either has very broad shoulders or a teeny-tiny head. Good looking guy, though, for a pinhead.
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