If there’s anything that makes you feel helpless, it’s moving.
The closing on our house in Topeka is imminent; we are surrounded by boxes 24-7; and simple tasks like cooking supper are hindered by the need to first locate and then dig out the necessary tools.
It turns out that knitting can make you feel like a real rock star.
The dishcloths I so carefully packed in a box are, of course, missing in action. But then I remembered: I’m a knitter! Boxes be damned!
I dug in to my yarn stash (while I may not know where the kitchen stuff is, I certainly know where THOSE boxes have been placed) and found two old skeins of Sugar n’ Cream and my favorite pair of size 8 needles. I cast on and away I went.
By tomorrow I’ll have at least one dishcloth. But right now, I have something even more important: a brief but gratifying sense that all is right with the world.