I’m a much less fussy bunny today. I had a good evening last night and then today at work, when things seemed to be going downhill, I snuck into my boss’ office over lunch and took a blissful 45-minute nap. I can’t even express how wonderful it was. The Baron lives close to his office and gets to go home for lunch every day, and while I was fussing at him last night it occured to me that one reason I’m grumpy sometimes is that I don’t usually leave my desk at lunchtime. So yeah, it’s only a few feet from my desk chair to the couch, but even so, it was far enough. I took some deep cleansing breaths and next thing I knew our automatic, energy-saving motion detector lights clicked off, and then I was asleep. Nirvana!
So to keep the happies going for the rest of the afternoon, here is a cool little story about spotting knitting (knitting people!) on network TV:
An exciting thing about the Baron’s new house is that we have a table in the kitchen just for eating our meals. In the one-bedroom apartment, it was one-coffee-table-does-all: remote-control storage, craft projects, recepticle of wallets and keys and sunglasses, coaster-holder, shin-denter, and dining table extrordinaire. When we were first dating I used to bug him all the time to take me out to dinner because otherwise we never got to have a meal where we sat across from each other and gazed into each other’s eyes and talked . . . he said “I love you” for the first time at an Italian restaurant near the apartment. I’m not really a fancy-restaurant person, but you can see how any dining that involved chairs instead of a couch would appeal to a girl.
So now there’s a table in the kitchen, and we like to keep it adorned with fresh-cut flowers from the garden, stuck in little martinelli’s bottles. We’ve each gravitated toward a side: he sits looking at the counter and I sit closer to the kitchen. Somehow, we ended up storing a small TV in the kitchen, and somehow it got connected to cable, and somehow it magically turns itself on pretty frequently, especially when I am cooking something good-smelling. I don’t mind a little background noise, although I’d rather be listening to music or NPR on the radio, but The Baron likes to turn on Fox News. Yes. Fox. And not only does he watch it and force me to watch it too, he gets all riled up and then won’t turn it off, even once dinner is ready. And since my back is to the TV when I’m in my spot at the table, he does the maddening head-bob of someone trying to look through me. I’m getting ignored for Fox News. The horror.
The other night we were doing the dance of Bill O’Reilly — he was bobbing, I was trying to patiently communicate that yes, it is important to understand where the enemy is coming from, but not during dinner. And all of a sudden, mid-“shut it off already” my head whipped around and I started furiously shushing him. It was an Aleve commercial, and the arthritic star was a decidedly not-ancient woman knitting again because of the pain reliever. Of course the Baron started laughing at me, and then tried to claim he was just worried I’d gotten whiplash from turning around so fast. I wasn’t impressed by the knitting itself or the fuzzy yarn she was working with, but it was so exciting to see knitting highlighted on TV. Everything was correct and the woman wasn’t frumpy and I was just thrilled that knitting was getting out there in the consciousness. There’s been some chatter about the commerical in the Knitter’s Review forums and even a mention or two in a few blogs, but by and large it seems to have flown under the radar.
With Knit-in-Public day almost here, I wanted to share the excited feeling I got seeing someone knitting in an unexpected place. And the happy, mood-changing feeling I got from knowing there are kindred knitters out there. This Saturday, look for me and my two-at-once-toe-up-socks out and about!