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Archive for February 4th, 2006

A Good Laugh

Saturday, February 4th, 2006

yarnOn Friday I went to the pharmacy at my HMO’s health center building. I was in a hurry as I always seem to be. As I was waiting at the counter to ask for the prescription that had been called in, the woman next to me asked if “this” was mine?

The “this” was yarn. Sockyarn. Tip-Toe in the Yvonne colorway, to be exact. The sock in progress was in my purse. The ball of yarn? It was locked in the front seat of my car!!! Too funny.

I didn’t know how far the ball was from me when the woman pointed out the yarn. I left my bag on a chair in the pharmacy, thinking I must have just dropped the yarn in the hallway. I left the sock in my bag.

Oh, my! I went out in the hallway and there was a trail of yarn. Well, not a trail exactly, because it was suspended several feet from the floor in places. I followed the yarn through the entryway, out onto the sidewalk, across the driveway, and looked again. The yarn was literally draped over a car in the handicapper parking space closest to the door. Behind that car, the yarn finally fell to the ground, in the open drive between that line of parked cars and the next line of parking spots (where my car was parked). The yarn was suspended in mid-air again, coming out of the locked door of my car.

Now, I did notice that this was a photo-op of the best kind. However, I had left my camera in the purse in the pharmacy. And honestly? I just wanted the spectacle to go away, as quickly as possible. Fortunately, I have at least a small sense of humor in this phase of my life, and I did get a very good chuckle from it. So did the bystanders.

One guy asked about Hansel and Gretel and whether I could find my way home if I followed the yarn. One lady about my age asked how far it had gone. A twenty-something young lady looked at me in disbelief, no twinge of a smile on her face, more like puzzlement… whether at the situation or at my laughing out loud over it, I’ll never know.

The ball of yarn I wound as I rescued my new handpaint, is significantly large considering how thin the yarn is. I’m thinking I walked almost half a football field before I got to the car!

I don’t have a photo of the yarn draped through doors and over cars, but here’s a shot of the yarn and sock. The cake of yarn I made on the ballwinder, and the sock is just slightly bigger than it was when the incident happened. The little, messy hand-wound ball? That would be my yarn-chasing adventure of the day.

I can’t help but chuckle as I write this account. Belly laughs are good for the health, they say. In this case, I can be glad of that!