How can I not be.
It's September 11th again,
and it's a Tuesday, and while its not severe clear, it is a clear
bright day, cool and fall like just like it was 11 years ago.
Part of me doesn't want all the hoopla.
Part of me wants a quiet, simple observance. It's still too new,
too raw to forget—I don't want all the heavy reminders.
Then again, I realizes, its not for
me, or about me or what I want.
Another part of being overwhelmed is I
was in a car accident on Saturday. My car is totaled. The lovely new
looking beautiful car, gone. It was good till the end. The seat belts
worked, the air bags worked. The car died, and I walked away with a
fat lip and not much more damage-a few small bruise, some abrasions
on my lips, too. And most of the evidence (on me) is gone today.
(I do have a bruise mustache—but its not nearly as unsightly as the
fat lip.)
The accident is a blow to my ego as
well as to my body and purse. I sort of prided myself on being a
good driver (it's been decades since I last had a minor fender
bender)--and I have never had a moving violation—ever. (I still
don't—no one was cited.) I know, I know, they are called accidents
because they aren't planned..and they can happen to anyone. But it's
a first for me. Since the car was 10 years old, I had liability insurance, but not collision--so I am out of a car.
The Lost at the DMV socks spent the
weekend in the car, so they didn't see any progress. What was worse
and more worrisome, was I had the peacock wedding shawl in the car,
too. Both pieces of knitting were just were I left them (Weird stuff
was missing from the car.. The food I was taking to the family
reunion (hot dog rolls, relish, potato (sweet potato) chips and 3
bottles of soda—gone. And the sunscreen (The fold up kind use when
you park in sun). But I had an (expensive) 40 foot extension cord in
the trunk—and that was left there. Of course the body shop claims
it was the police who took the stuff--not likely in my estimation. I
suppose it could have been kids, (the window was left open, and the
kids could have just rooted round when no one was looking—chips and
soda are the start of party.
The emotional upset as a result of the
accident required some simple mindless knitting. I cast on Wingspan.
It was already in my queue, and everything was handy—I had the
pattern printed, and the yarn and needles already packed in a project
bag, ready to go. I have already completed 5 wedges—the next
wedge/wedge and half will be another purple one, and then another wedge and half of green.
Together there will be another 3 wedges. Which will finish up the
scarf, and the most of the skein. It will also create a bit of color symmetry. Not perfect symmetry--but a balanced look, all the same. A bit of purple will be left for
the banding—which will be the perfect finishing touch. It should work
out quite nicely.
The yarn is Paton's Lace—mostly
acrylic, with just a bit of wool and mohair to make it nicer. The
color way is Sachet—I am not sure it actually matches anything I
own—but I don't care. I like it.
In spite of the simple mindless nature
of the scarf—I've made major mistakes and have frogged back to the
beginning of wedge twice. Still its been a perfect, simple project. Busy enough to keep me engaged, and to help still the emtional turmoil that the accident created.
Yesterday, after getting some of the
clean up work (visiting the auto body shop, cleaning out the newly
added to the car, maps and tools) I did a bit of work on the Lost at
DMV socks. The foot is now just 6.5 inches—more will be knit today
–and soon enough they will be finished. I have a regularly
scheduled doctors appointment today, so there will be knitting
progress made on one project or the other.. (or maybe both)
There is still more car/accident work
to do—getting to the DMV and turning in the plates, and getting
more paperwork done. I still don't have an accident report. (and
won't till tomorrow). There were 2 fast moving destructive storms
on Saturday (and NYC had two tornado's touch down) that made for some
flooding (and accidents) plus the US open, and a Mets game.. Sources
of more minor accidents.. My accident was between the storms—while
the sun was shining—and the storms were not a factor.
(last year I reposted a memorial poem I wrote just after--you can read it, if you want)
