Wednesday, June 28, 2006
One Jaywalker down...thanks World Cup!
Every four years there is an event that brings me close to missing my ex-husband--le Mondial! See, we were GREAT as pot-smoking buddies (it was the '80s), we racked up credit card debt on carefree, live now-pay later vacations to Italy, France and Morocco (4 times) like nobody's business, had so much fun spending our twenties letting the wine flow at late night parties in Athens, GA. with slacker pals and, most memorably, bonded over professional sporting events. Good times. (And I'm still paying for them, literally and figuratively). However, when children and responsibilities were introduced into the picture, the house of cards came tumbling down and the marriage went south...The World Cup was our primo event, we always had a blast together. His dad was a professional player, he had encyclopedic knowledge of the game and a lot of enthusiasm and taught me much about it. Gradually it became the only guaranteed stress-free period of our life together. That was a long time ago, and now we have both thankfully moved on and have negotiated a much better, healthier relationship as friends. He lives in Brooklyn and owns this store. I am married to the Darling Marxist Curmudgeon with whom I am much happier, he's truly the love of my life and I can't believe I get to spend every day from here on out with him. Nevertheless I have been enjoying the hell out of the World Cup and am knitting up a storm during the matches while I fondly remembering the parts of the first marriage relationship that weren't a problem.
I finished the Jaywalker this afternoon, and I have to say I am happy with it and feel energized and ready to start number two. I feared the second sock syndrome but instead the opposite has occured-- I fervently want to finish so I can have a guilt-free start on the Koigu socks. Go Argentina and Jaywalking forever and ever!