Sometimes I think that I should just stick to sock knitting. It’s easy, fast and predictable. But no, I want to take on the giant projects that spill out and over the months and years and make me slightly crazy! (It’s nutty since the smaller projects give such instant gratification). I have been working on two large projects which demand concentration and solitary knitting. I have made terrible mistakes.
I put my knitting down this morning and drove over to let my son’s dogs out for a run. On the way I spotted a young man hunkered down on the medium, knapsack, dreadlocks, and most significantly, two dogs – panting in the merciless sun.
He had me at the dogs. Turns out, I had given him a lift exactly one year ago when he came to this area. During that time he had found a job, a place to live and began to make a life for himself. But he has gypsy feet – he is a wanderer. He remembered my past kindness on that scorching hot day and greeted me as if an old friend. I drove him 20 miles out of my way and listened to him speak about his time on the road. I wished him well, pressed a twenty into his hand and reminded him about the hot pavement and the dog’s sensitive pads – the importance of hydrating. I said a small prayer.
My loved ones would not like the idea of their old mother picking up strangers. But I’ve never felt that there is danger in paying it forward. Helping the gypsy boy and his dogs was the most important thing that I’ve done all week – and it’s only Tuesday!
But back to the manageable knitting. I guess that the lesson here is – there is no real growth in knitting socks exclusively. The giant projects ask bigger and finer things from a knitter and they always deliver growth. So when I rip out 444 stitches tonight, I might smile. Just as the thought of driving the extra 20 miles makes my heart glad. I’m staying out of the safe zone.