I keep thinking about this super-skinny man I see jogging through the neighborhood every day. He zigs and zags down the street like he's skiing down a snowy hill. Or maybe like he's in a boat and trying to keep the wind in his sails. He used to run around with a Husky. Then, one day, he switched to a white Sheep Dog with a Poodle haircut. He's been with that dog ever since.
And since I'm usually walking and he's usually jogging, we haven't had much contact until the other day. Chuck and I were having our morning stroll and it appeared, he was having a stroll, too.
"Hey, you're walking!" I exclaim.
"I have a knee injury."
"Oh. Ugh. I used to be an avid runner," I explain, "but after two fractures and so many other injuries, I pretty much stay on the treadmill nowadays. It is so depressing..."
"Depressing? Are things that you used to like no longer pleasurable? What about constant feelings of sadness, irritability or tension? Feeling a decreased interest in usual activities?"
"Uh...I don't think so."
"...And what about your sleep patterns? Have they changed? Difficulty sleeping...early awakening...or sleeping too much?"
"Nah, the not-running doesn't do that to me. But I tell you what, I get all those feelings when I can't knit."
"Oh. You knit? ...Next time you see me, flag me down. I'll be sure to give you my business card."
BTW: So much going on. I have some new knitting books (who doesn't?) And will get my kpixie yarn--the Plymouth Galway, but this time in heathered colors for a boyish item--tomorrow. The pic up top doesn't mean anything, really. Just a cap laying on Chuck's head. I guess I'm thinking that if he'll hold it there long enough for me to take a picture, it is blog-worthy.