how the day improved

[code monkey]

you'll remember, no doubt, my talking about encountering, in rapid succession, a woman who told me(joking) that she wanted to get rid of her husband and then a woman complaining about her children telephoning her. and how I assured them, in the nicest possible way(Michael would have been pleased) that they were lucky. you will also remember that I said that the day got better and my promise to tell you about it. this seemed to be the best place for it.

the day went on and I went through my errands. recycling. dropping the drink cans and bottles at the animal shelter thrift shop. drop jeans off to be hemmed. post office. grocery store. yarn shop. oh boy, the yarn shop.

you see, some time back(months) i'd dropped off 2 sets of hats for the purple hat project there. one of the women working at the store noticed the cards attached and we started talking. one of her children had died in high school. we sat there and, in the words of my friend wanda,a woman who has endured more than her share of sorrow(leukemia killed her son when he was 3. breast cancer killer her daughter when she was an adult. she's never lost her religious faith.), we remembered our children. a few weeks later I was sitting at a window table of the restaurant next door when she came walking down the street, saw me, waved and then walked in and gave me a project bag that she'd made for me! (i'd admired hers and this was a copy of it.) I knitted her a scarf and tried to write a note to go with it. now Michael and Elliot were the writers. you may have noticed that i'm sorely skill lacking in this area. I am ashamed to tell you that it took me many, many weeks to crank out a thank you. I'd finally managed it and dropping off the scarf was the reason for my stop. I didn't know if she'd be there or not and actually was hoping that she wouldn't be there because I felt like such a jerk for talking so long to recognize her for her incredible thoughtfulness and generosity butthere she was, sitting at the big table, knitting. her face lit up when she saw me. she remembered my name. (i'd forgotten hers. i'd had to have one of the ladies at the pool find out what it was.) she was totally stunned by the fact that i'd brought her something. she hugged me. she put the scarf on and was blinking back tears. she dismissed the project bag a 'nothing'. (nothing, my eye. it's taffeta and it's gorgeous. it's my default project bag and I always have a hat in progress in it.)

and that, dear readers, was the very good part of the day.

[Morrolan]

Made me smile.

[Thumper]

I like good news.

[Swift]

Knitters of the world untie! I mean unite!

[SciFiFisher]

<<<warm and fuzzy>>> I like stories like this.