Had one of those evenings that you sign-up for weeks in advance because they sound like a good idea at the time. This one was Padres game with the school night. Yeah, $21 dollar tickets for only $15. I had visions of the whole family going to the ballgame and having a memorable time of laughing, smiling, cheering and having a good time together - One Big Happy family. Hug Hug Hug.
Long, long story short. He didn't buy tickets. They had 6 extra. We bought those. Not enough. Daughter didn't go. Neighbor boy did.
Day of the game it rains. In my city if it rains; also known as sprinkles, scattered showers or heavy mist, then everyone stays home, lights the fireplace, drinks cocoa and watches a movie.
Fear of cold and rain hits the family with a heavy hand and we all moan and groan. No one wants to go. The Padres always lose and we'll freeze.
I wear a turtleneck sweater, a heavy jacket, a knitted scarf and mittens. At the last minute as I am leaving I grab my knitting.
As we arrive at the gate a sudden panic strikes me when I see the inspection line. I look in at my knitting needles and immediately fear that I am not going to pass Go at the gate. They are going to take my needles which look way to sharp to not be used as an occasional weapon. I reason that if they take nail files then surely they want my number 9 wooden needle that are at least three times longer and more powerful. Fortunately there are only two people in line and no one behind me . The "inspector" glances at my shabby bag of needles and I calmly say I'm knitting my first sweater. Either a wave of compassion momentarily grabs the guy or my needles don't look like a potential threat to anyone except my yarn.
We ride three escalators up to our sky high seats. My entire family is snickering at me knowing that I have a fear of heights. I always rise to the challenge but I must turn a little pale and I know the deep breaths and long signs aren't subtle. The last part is always the worst. I slowly creep up 22 steps and grab my seat.
Okay ballgame, I'm here , the family is partly here and I am seated. Play Ball
I realize that I don't write about knitting much, to be exact it has been almost 4 months since I have written about knitting. But I do a lot of knitting - in my dreams. My Isadora project has been placed on hold for all this time but tonight I make up for lost time. I knit, and knit and knit. The Padres, hit, and hit and hit. I knit for two and half hours and I start to see my second sleeve that I have knitted three times measure all the way past my bicep. It is a wonderful night. I knit with cold hands while my little boy blows is warm breath on them. I knit while cheering a home run in the seventh inning. I only put my knitting down to eat chili cheese nachos, only a few because I AM KNITTING. I can't have messy fingers.
Final score, Padres 8, Reds 2, Isadora 34 rows closer.
Note to self- Must go to more games.