I was going to write a post tonight about a booksigning event I attended in the University District this evening, but Angela, who has in the past few days taken up knitting and is very excited about a scarf she is making for Mara, took a wrong turn on the knitting needle, or made a false stitch, or however knitters would say that — I’m sure there’s a colorful phrase — and started to become emotionally unraveled. She started using words like “fiasco” and “disaster” and in trying to fix it she got the big loop of yarn tangled.
We had been happily sitting beside each other on the couch, I typing madly away, she clicking and clacking with her needles, but now she dropped the whole mess in her lap and her head hung low as if she were about to start sobbing. I asked if she wanted me to help her untangle it, and she said yes. So I spread the unwieldy loop in my hands and we turned it into the traditional ball of yarn. Now it’s after midnight. I’ll tell you about the history gathering some other time.