So, something good has come out of the YMCA camp. While I was handing in the kids health forms, I ran into the local ice cream man. I explained to him how my son, who has autism, only eats one kind of ice cream pop–they have discontinued selling it at the local supermarkets and the ice cream truck is expensive and unreliable. He kindly told me how to get to the wholesale distributor and said I could pick them up there.
This morning, after droppping off Cameron and Gracie, I drove over to the wholesale place. And there he was outside. He remembered me and the kind of ice cream Owen eats. He escorted me inside, showed me where to pay and brought me my Sprinklers. As he walked with me back to the car, he told me he used to babysit for a young neighbor with autism when he was a kid. He said he taught him how to tie his shoes (damn near freaking impossible). He said they just "clicked". What a guy. I thanked him profusely and just grinned from ear to ear. Still am.
I have been working on my little Debbie Bliss Ribbed Jackets. I finished the knitting on one but need to finish seaming the sleeves. I can’t wrap my head around a mattress stitch for it and the back stitch looked ugly. My knitting guru (my mom) is away, upstate looking at houses. So, it will wait. I started a second one in the yarn I got from Handpaintedyarn.com. Oh my goodness, this yarn is so soft and lovely to knit with. It will probably pill easier than the Manos I used for the first but it is a dream to knit with. My fingers are enjoying it and I didn’t want to put it down.
Can you see those needles? They are hand-me-downs from my mom. I love my hand-me-down needles. I have Addi’s somewhere–and I probably would have used them–if I could have found them but there is something about using my mom’s or grandma’s old needles that just feels good.