“How come Patty gets to do everything?!? When do I get to do something?”
And my mother reassuring her by saying,
“Don’t worry, J. One of these days, Patty will be wishing she was your age.”
Well, at ages 29 and 39 respectively, we have reached the magic age that Mom was talking about.
J and I have not lived in the same time zone for years. She had her heart stolen by a nice American guy and, in 2007 when DH, Iain, the pets and I had just moved further East to NS, J, M and their not insignificant four legged family moved back to M’s farm in the mountains of North Carolina.
By virtue of the wonders of our modern age, my family and I got our first tour of their property in North Carolina only a few weeks ago when J walked us through their house compliments of their laptop.
When we were visiting Mudder and Fadder last week and speaking to J via Skype, I mentioned that she and I should try knitting together using our computers some time (she restarted again this past fall and has been a handknitting producing dynamo!). J was interested so we made a knitting date for this past Wednesday evening. Despite some technical difficulties (the keyboard on my HP Mini being dead so that DH and I could not get the ‘mute’ feature off for example), J and I managed our very own private knit night.
It was so nice to be able to knit and talk about knitting and life and everything in between. For. Free.
Five years ago, the thought of using visual media to meet up with somebody would have not been something I was even interested in, let alone instigating. Fifteen years ago, I refused to consider using email until I got a job in a work environment that demanded its use. I have learned to love what technology can do for me and that I can enhance an already firmly established love affair with yarn using my computer. Knitting together via Skype was freakin' cool. And we will be doing it again. Soon.