On Forgetting
In my family I'm known as the one with the memory. I don't forget anything. ever. I remember the day my older sister learned to ride a bike (obviously a big day for her) and she has no memory of it. I must have been 4 years old. I remember exactly where my keys are, all the time. I remember everything about my first date with Howie and he barely has any memory of conversations we had two weeks ago. You tell me something once and I remember it. I drive there once in my car and I can find it again. I read an obscure fact in a newspaper and it comes back to me years later.
So why is it that I'm slipping lately? Howie used to say I was 98% and now he's only giving me about 90%.
This weekend I went to visit my parents. One of my major duties was to bring rhubarb from my yard and make my Dad his annual Father's Day Rhubarb Pie. You see, he loves rhubarb pie. My mother has no interest in rhubarb whatsoever, but when we were kids we had rhubarb out back and my mom would make him a pie once a year. For the past 10 or 15 years, I have lived in houses with rhubarb patches. So every year, I pick a bunch and make him a pie. He loves it. He decides who is "pie worthy" and can eat a piece of HIS pie. He loves to eat a cold piece the next morning for breakfast with a cup of coffee. You can see that this is a big event. So why, on Saturday morning, after writing a list with "rhubarb" on it, did I completely forget to pick the rhubarb and bring it with me?? Usually all I have to do is write it down on a list and never refer to it again. This time I completely forgot.
So halfway to Massachusetts, I remembered the unpicked rhubarb. I called my brother to see if he had any at his house on the way - no luck. I considered driving through neighborhoods in search of the big green leaves. Then I broke down and did what I've never done before - I bought rhubarb. It went against every fiber of my being, but I did it for my Dad.
The pie was beautiful and he said it was the best ever. He even let me eat two pieces! And I came home to a nice healthy rhubarb patch....
Now for knitting content. I made this iPod cozy for my Dad for when he needs to put his iPod in a bag. It's made from left over self-striping sock yarn. I think he liked it!
He put his iPod in right away and showed everyone.... I fixed the little end that snuck out after I took the picture.
