MRI day for my husband this afternoon. Every two months for the rest of his life. We arrive at the usual place, the place where he’s most comfortable, which is a drive from our house. We have one closer to us, but he doesn’t like it there. I don’t like it there either.
Anyway, we arrive on time and I begin to fill out the same paperwork I’ve been filling out for six years. And then we sit and wait. Some time goes by and then we’re told that it will be another hour, that they’re running behind.
Anger and apologies and he ends up walking out. I stay and find out that there are no Saturday appointments and this is our only option. I tell them we’ll return.
We get in the car and I take him for a drive, ending up 15 minutes away at the canal town near where we used to live. I think that maybe seeing the water will calm him down, so I park close to it, in front of a shop and turn off the car.
He says “You may as well go in.”
I realize I’m at the yarn shop, one of my favorite haunts in days gone by. I haven’t knit in years, but I get out of the car while he stays outside.
I walked around and then was greeted by the shop owner who said she hadn’t seen me in awhile. I used to knit scarves years ago, selling them in my friend’s shop. But then I began blogging and it really cut into my knitting time . . .
I bought some yarn and we headed back to the imaging center and as I waited for my husband, I began to cast on. But I couldn’t remember how. I sat there, with my eyes closed, and tried to do it by memory. Over and over, I tried.
Eventually, I ended up collecting my things, getting back into the car and driving back to the shop where I was taken to the knitting room in the back and reminded how to cast on. I also bought a book to brush up on my skills.
Knitting is so calming. I’ve missed it.
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Tonight I sat at the bottom of the back staircase and listened to my son play the piano in his bedroom. It was so beautiful, it nearly made me cry.
He’s gotten even better since I heard him last and I wished I could record it.
Tomorrow will be better. I just know it will.
Thanks for listening. I’m always glad you came by. You know who you are. Thanks just for being there.