I’m taking the weekend off in upstate NY just to get some much needed rest and to take some time to do some laundry as I was totally out of clean clothing.
This morning I went to the local laundromat and naturally took my knitting along to work on while the clothes went round and round.
Once I had my stuff loaded into the washers I went to sit down and saw that an elderly lady sitting on the bench opposite from me was knitting with a pair of straight needles. Of course I asked what she was working on and she held up a sweater sleeve. Very nice work too.
We chatted for a minute or two, me telling her that I also knit and her telling me that he son does crochet. Very nice lady. She mentioned that she’s 73 years old and has been doing knit and crochet for most of her life.
I sat back down and pulled out my own sweater and began work on it. She came over to check it out and complimented my work. We chatted a bit more and then she returned to her own knitting.
A few minutes later an older gentleman came over and was holding a crocheted sweater vest and told me that his Japanese wife, who passed away a few years ago, had made it for him. He said she was a life-long fiber artist and did everything from crochet to knit to embroidery. Sounds like she was quite accomplished and the piece he showed me was very well done.
During the course of my time there I didn’t really get as much knitting done as I would have liked but I did have some pleasant conversations with several people, mostly ladies, who inquired about my knitting. One in particular, a very attractive twenty-something black lady with a Caribbean accent, spent quite a while sitting beside me and asking about knitting and such and telling me how much she had always wanted to learn how.
Of course I told her about KH and that it was a great place to learn. I quite enjoyed spending some time having a friendly chat with such an attractive young lady. Almost made me feel young again (well, at least not quite so old 
).
I finally finished up my laundry, hauled it back to the truck and put it away, and returned to the motel. Not a whole lot to do around here, but at least they have HBO and a store/deli across the street where one can get some pretty good food and cold beer.
They do have wifi here but for some reason it simply won’t work from my room. I can get the signal well enough but their router doesn’t seem to hear my laptop from there. Works perfectly here in the lobby though.
Now that my laundry work is finished I can kick back and relax for the remainder of the weekend. Tough work but someone has to do it.
