So, the Love of my life was reading to me from one of the online investment sites for which he pays large subscriptions and I was knitting. Purl three, knit two, purl two, c2b, purl three…. We were sitting in our well-lighted, warm and cheerful living room, well fed and listening to Evening Classical on NPR. I was hearing more about why the stock exchange had tanked that day, and why stock exchanges around the world were tanking, and why banks won’t lend to each other and the consequences of that, immediate and long term, and how the treasury secretary had become the U.S. Supreme Banker in just a few short days. There was so much more I only vaguely understood, but it sounded dire. It probably is.
Then, I realized something else. There was something happening in another corner of my mind that didn’t seem to have anything to do with economic reality. It had to do with reality, though. I was thoroughly enjoying the patterns that were emerging all along the bamboo needles. I ran my fingers along the chunky blue wool and happily anticipated the outcome.
And there were other things. I was remembering one segment of Mutts from last summer, where, in Frame one, Earl and Mooch are lying under a tree on a sunny day. Frame two: Mooch purrs and Earl’s tail gives a little wag. Frame three: Earl says, “Summer breeze.”
I was sensing the smell of cedar wood smoke. And remembering a tiny boy telling me, “I’m not funny. You’re funny!” I was thinking about my sister-in-law’s serendipitous parakeets, Granny and Pippin. I saw Iz’s intense brown orbs peeking out of that knit cap. I saw Grandad’s eyes. I thought about the miracle of KRoo’s recovering health. And laughing again about an unusually good forward I’d gotten before I’d gone to work. Like happening on a parade with a marching band and a Chinese dragon, my mind was playing it’s own version of “My Favorite Things”. I laughed out loud!
Then I had to explain that laugh in the middle of an explanation of “deriviative meltdown”…… Some things are just inexplicable.
4 Comments
October 10, 2008 at 2:51 am
I’m so glad that I’m not the only one whose mind wanders during “deriviative meltdowns!” Sometimes I think it’s God protecting me from just a little too much… I like to rest in the fact that He is so much bigger than all of this. He already has a plan, and is not surprised. This all may be judgment, and we’ve been asking for it for a long time, but God is good, and His love endures forever.
October 10, 2008 at 5:30 am
1st – I love the picture of the chilies!
2nd – Ditto, Justspeaz!
October 11, 2008 at 2:46 pm
Double dittos – God’s grace to give you a diversion not to bury your head in the sand, just so you don’t have to fret.
October 17, 2008 at 6:07 am
Yeah…ditto everyone. You are an amazing writer, Mom. I would like to have a book written by you when going through hard times.