On Sunday afternoon I went to a Meetup group at a Tallahassee assisted living facility. Our group’s activity was to knit hats for cancer patients who’ve lost their hair due to chemotherapy treatments.
I haven’t knitted in years. As a kid I used to knit misshapen pot holders, but whatever dubious skills I once possessed have been lost forever.
Fortunately for me, the knitting done by members of the Meetup group is done using a loom similar to the one featured below. 
After a couple of false starts I managed to knit several rows before Studly called wondering where I was.
“I’m knitting,” I told him.
“Does that make you a nitwit?” he quipped.
“No,” I said. “That happened when I married you.”
Occasionally I’m the one with a witty comeback in this relationship. Or in this case, a knit witty comeback. I enjoyed knitting so much that I bought a loom of my own to practice the art. Who knows what creations I’ll produce? I think I’ll start by trying to make a decent potholder.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 