"Why?" I asked.
"Because I feel sorry for him. He has a foot fungus. It's on the bottom of his feet and he was up all night itching them. The teacher, she said that he looked really tired and he squirmed all day. I know this because I sit next to him. I feel so bad because his feet itch and he can't concentrate. He got permission to wear flip flops to school and doesn't have to go to P.E."
And the day before that it was: "I want to have a car like Uncle Rico."
"Uncle Rico had a van, Girlfriend."
"Yeah, I want a van like Uncle Rico. And I want a mobile home, too. I wonder how they keep the couches in the back of those things from moving when they go up hills. How do they do that? Keep the couches in the backs of vans and mobile homes from moving around? I want one of those real bad. I want one that has a sink in it. How do they get the water in the vans? I would have lunch in the back of my van. And if I had a mobile home, I'd invite a friend or two and then we could wash the dishes then go outside and play ball. You know, like Uncle Rico. Mom, how do they keep the couches from shifting when they go uphill?"
And on and on and on and on.
I guess its a good thing that she cares for others and has one dream in life: To own a brown and orange van with a couch and a sink in it. I guess things could be worse.
I think I know where she got this from. Me. Not the caring about foot fungus or having simple desires like owning a van like Uncle Rico. It's the wondering thing. I wonder about the craziest things. I wonder so much that I lay in bed at night and wonder. It could be that my mom, like me, didn't answer the many questions I had while riding home with her. She, like me, was probably a little tired of all the chatter and honestly wondered to herself, like I'm wondering to myself as Girlfriend chatters my ear drums off, how she's going to make it home without jumping out the car window first.
So the semi-circle scarf/shawl thing: Sure, I know how it gets semi-circular. That much I get. But what I don't get is how someone thought this thing up. Who was it? Elizabeth Zimmermann? Maybe it was her. Or not. I happen to have a copy of The Principles of Knitting but honestly it's busy right now keeping one the old fences out back from falling over so I can't really look it up at the moment.
Har. Kidding again.
The green version of the little scarf is Manos del Uruguay Lace and the one in my hands is the Quince & Co. Sparrow. I'm hoping that the little peak at the top blocks out.
Good news is, linen is so tough that should it need a little goading, I could probably shore up my falling-down fence with it for a few days to stretch it out. I'll let you know how it goes.
BTW: Love the book, Principles of Knitting. I just can't get over how big it is.