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So, I was out and about on the town last night. No, not really, but I was sitting in a church rectory learning to knit. A far cry from those wild and crazy nights of many years ago, but still a welcome relief. It’s amazing how just a few hours out of the house and away from the kids can completely rejuvenate you!

I started the evening with excitement. I like to learn and try new things. I had tried to learn to crochet before, but was unsuccessful. I could crochet single rows, but when it came time to connect rows they never added up. I would have been a wonderful maker of crocheted triangles! Upon arriving at the church, I discovered that there were quite a few ladies embarking on this new adventure and only one teacher. Oh, no!! Leave it to super MB to somewhat successfully teach us to knit. I watched and listened, she had a poem that talked about jumping Jack off. This poem was supposed to teach us the pattern of the knit stitch, but really just left us all laughing and wishing that we had some Jack to drink!

For the first hour, I successfully knitted - or rather knotted - my yarn. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. I was going in the front door, out the window, and I was jumping Jack off. I was following the simple directions from the poem, but the more I jumped Jack off the more my work of art resembled a mess! Frustration was mounting. What was I doing wrong? Well, super MB swooped in and I soon discovered that I was not going in the front door like the poem instructed, but rather I was entering through a small side door. Ahh, haa! Now that the problem is solved, let’s try again. The knotted mess is gone, I’m entering through the front door and I’m jumping Jack off, and …. it looks right, let’s try again. I’m doing it, I’m really doing it!!

By the end of the second hour, I had a few rows done. Knitting was going smoothly now. So, I ask, what exactly are we making? MB shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Oh, nothing. Well, I declare that I am making a square and I will call my square a spoon rest. Now, I have a goal. I am now making a nice white knitted spoon rest!

As I was going home, fear set in that I would fall asleep and wake up with no recollection of where the front door is and what if Jack just won’t jump off. I have sweet dreams of knitting and making beautiful creations. I wake up and after feeding the baby and slicing a banana for the older one, I knit one row, just to make sure I remember how to do it. It works! I will soon have a spoon rest I can call my very own!

I am now looking forward to my (hopefully) weekly evening at the church rectory. I am looking forward to more jokes about Jack and most importantly, I am looking forward to adult conversation, a few hours of friendship, and the relaxed feeling that comes from being out of the house and away from the kids.

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