Game. Set. Match.

That’s about how long it took. Literally.

In case you don’t recognize it, that’s the Sunshine Sock. It goes everywhere, but never gets finished. This is kind of a cheat. We were in a Very Important Person’s seats (don’t worry, we were allowed) and G thought it might not be good form to knit while in those seats (ala Elaine and her Baltimore Orioles Cap.) So I took out the sock for the obligatory picture, and I did knit one row (note – not even a WHOLE round) for posterity’s sake.

The best part of the evening? Well, I had a few hours where I was peaceful. Dare I say it? I had some fun. Of course, today I’m back to doubting it will ever come again, but it was there. And a Big Mac never tasted so good.

I think I may have scared some of you yesterday. Rest assured, my family and friends (which includes my dentist, my dry cleaner, the woman on the #7 train yesterday) all know my situation and are on top of it. I’m OKAY. Really I am. I may feel like utter crap, but I’m OKAY. And one day, hopefully really really soon, this will be a distant memory. I still remember the Summer of 2000. It wasn’t pretty, but here I am five years later and this summer wasn’t half as bad as that one. So, it’s all okay. Thanks for caring.

Comments

  1. Glad you had fun. Glad you’re okay. Guess that’s all.

  2. One of my needlepoint students is a tennis ump. Jane Smith…not that I think you’ll know her. Next time maybe you can show Sunshine on your shoulder;-)

  3. Glad you are okay. Your description of that kind of anxiety was SPOT ON, girlie, been there, still am sometimes. I’m thinking about ya.
    P.S. Andre Agassi is CUTE.

  4. i love andre agassi. love him love him love him.

  5. mmm, you could almost lick the sweat off of his neck.
    did i just say that?

  6. Could you get any better seats?! What a fun time! Take Care…

  7. Great great sock, I mean tennis shots. My son will be so impressed. Who would think we’d connect with my knitting nuttiness and his love of tennis. ??????????? Sometimes its a stretch when he’s 14 and I’m 45, to find some commonality. YOU DID IT FOR ME! Thanks.
    You are a brave woman to post and publicize your medical issues. I share the boat with the you. It is good to be reminded I am not alone. Thanks