when i skated,

there was only on choice:

old fashioned skates,

but my sj got to choose

‘i want those!’ (in-line skates)

at the roller party i took her to

this past last weekend.

my knitting hung lazily over the rail of the rink

slowly getting longer and longer

as she used every muscle she could muster

to keep herself up and get herself around

over and over and ‘just one more time’ again.

and i was so glad the next morning

when all those muscles that she had called into service were screaming at her

‘ow, ouch and ouchie!’

that my happily knitting by memory fingers

are practiced enough at their craft

to just hum merrily along.

hummmm.

‘choice’ taken from 36:16 in job.