On Saturday he looked up and said:
"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you feel like doing things for me today?"
He was holding up a pair of hand knitted socks.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked, hoping the worn bits weren't too big. Darning socks you've knitted yourself feels like you are trying to pull together the edges of a great big hole of failure. But it wasn't that.
"What's wrong with them? They aren't on," he said, with real feeling; and I knew, then, that he felt really rough. When he's sick, his back seizes up.
|I did some paper organizing. But these aren't going on my recycling pile. With kits included, I hope they will find a good home through the charity shop.|
So it turned into a pottering about couple of days. I drove out to the country, to the wool shop I like, and came home with more sock wool. That's almost a first. I very rarely do things on my own at the weekend. I called Granny, on the phone which now works, and she was expecting visitors.
"Your sister and the boyo will be here any minute. He's looking for old newspapers."
Which meant that Little E was going to spend a happy morning rifling through Granny's recycling, searching for materials for a Halloween papier mache project.
I went back to my own newspaper after that; and I did learn one thing I didn't know before: have you heard about the Copenhagen cafe that serves only porridge? I've been eating porridge for breakfast lately, but only the kind requiring me to pour on some boiling water and wait. Gourmet porridge: I wonder what it's like?
Onwards to Monday and beyond, then! We'll see what the doctor says today. And Knitting Club starts back for the autumn tomorrow. Hurray.
So, how about you? Anything new? Anything you learned? Any interesting chat? Maybe you'd like to make a memo, because it's Monday.
Last week Maggie, Mary-Lou, Mitra, Alexandra, Barbara, Karen and Deb made one. Go on: give 'em a wave! And have a good week!