The other morning I had a chance to sit in hell and knit on the orange snake sleeves.
In case you wondered, hell is the customer waiting area for Honda service. Time bends. One hour is really two, but feels like seven or eight. The flourescent light over my seat flickers. The radio from the working area plays music I actively dislike. I think they must be mostly men about my age, maybe a bit older. I can tell by the music choice. (Cherry Pie. Pour some sugar on me. That ilk.) Maybe they’re in hell too, and someone thinks that’s what they want to hear? Then someone turns up the TV. The music fades back, but now I’m forced to hear some morning show doing makeovers, on women of course. And the Price is Right. All this for an oil change.
Lots of knitting time in hell. I finished one sleeve (the other one is already more than half completed). But this is hell, so the sleeve shaping is wonky and I rip back to before knitting in hell started.
Eh, it’s working out fine. It is a better sleeve.
And the dash service due light is off. No more glowing wrench! (I must say, it startled me when it first turned on, as I drove through West Oakland to see a patient. Had to pull over to check the manual. I think dash lights mean something dire, and I don’t appreciate the car messing with my worldview. Harrumph.)