We sit together on the back porch, knitting, crocheting, sewing and talking. We let the sun warm us and comment on how fast the snow is melting. We drink a beer.
We talk about our children, our parents, our spouses, our pets, our work. We talk about hospital schedules and school schedules, nurses and teachers. We cannot know what will come, though we know it will not be easy. Soon there will be a puppy. Soon there will be a birthday. Soon she will start a new treatment and maybe it will work. If it’s in Toronto, maybe N can stay here & I will drive him to school or maybe he can stay there and they can walk him. But for now, we don’t know the new protocol and there is nothing we can do.
There is nothing any of us can do. So we knit, crochet, sew and talk, marveling at the unexpected warmth and hoping it lasts.
Persistence and Pedagogy 
So much said and unsaid … powerful structure. Sending hugs and strength.
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Hi Amanda. I like how you put the uncertainties between the comfort of knitting, crocheting, sewing, and talking.
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First day of spring seems like fitting time for “unexpected warmth.” Appreciate you sharing these moments in writing, the pleasant ones and difficult ones together.
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That sounds so cosy and comforting, despite all the uncertainties of the future and things you can’t predict. I would love to be right there with you, enjoying the sunshine!
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Such an uncertain time for your friend!
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The daily connections, the creating as healing, the warmth and with it, hope, that comes northern nations know are here in the efficiency of your craft. When there are “no words”, you find them. Like this.
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Such powerful writing with so much unsaid in between the knitting and the casual conversation. It’s so difficult to find ways to write about the things we have no words to express, and yet you always do.
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These are like poem/slices, the ones I’ve read this morning. They are stories, to be sure, boiled down to the stuff that matters. Whatever transpires, I hope it goes well and the knitting of lives continues.
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I feel like this week winnowed my slices back to their essence. No more writing on and one: just the bare truth. It won’t last, but there it is.
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What I really liked about this was it made me think of what we offer each other on Tuesday nights. Thank you for hearing what’s between the stitches.
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