I had one of those moments yesterday. One of those scary, “I might not get out of this alive” moments. I was driving back to Scappoose from Portland after dropping off Rabia and having coffee with Narayan. The sun was shining and there was just the loveliest little breeze floating through the open windows.
I was mulling over the rest of my day when I noticed that the big ol semi next to me was headed my way. At first I thought he was just swerving a bit so I compensated and moved over onto the shoulder. He was not swerving. Oh no, he was coming into my lane. He didn’t see me and was for some bizarre reason not hearing the blaring of my horn. So I kept moving over as quickly as I could ( he was coming fast) onto the very small shoulder and then my option was train track. I know weee. The problem was how fast he was coming and if I could make it in time. Since I’m sitting here to tall you my tale I obviously came out of this just fine. A wee bit scared (terrified actually) but fine.
I’m telling you this story well because I thought of all of my knitters and the yarn and the …. .
In that brief life flashing before your eyes moment, the one where you worry about your kids and your responsibilities. What you’ll miss and that maybe you’ll be missed. Well I have to tell you that after my kids, friends and responsibilities , you know what flashed on that screen? Knitters, yarn and colours. Thoughts like “ Oh no there are all these colourways and they’re still right here in the colourway file my head that might not make it through this intact. And that new yarn or 10, and then “oh my gawd” the sock club and holy crap Meg Swansen is waiting to hear from me, why the hell didn’t I email her right back? What was I thinking? I know better. And holy mother of all, the sock summit. Steph is going to kill me. Oh wait, too late.
All this blazed by in a flurry as fast as that semi was headed towards me.
It was at this point I realized mine was not the only horn blaring all the other drivers had chimed in and that he heard and pulled back into his own lane. It was so very close, too close, way too flippin’ close and I honestly don’t understand how or why he missed me. I swear I could feel the side of that truck against my car but there is not even a hint of a scratch.
I’m counting myself lucky as hell, maybe even a little blessed.
I also was reminded just how deep this all runs in my veins, how much space it takes up in my heart. I think I might have a wooly soul.
Clearly what I do have is an immense to do list I need to get on. So today, after my girls and I hit up the farmers market and other similar errands. ( Price quote on having air horn installed.)
It’s off to write down some of these colourways, play with some yarn designs,work on next years sock club and maybe spin on the deck.
Wait… don’t forget to email Meg.
Have a great weekend dearest knitters.