the urge is to tell my sweet man,
that he owns too many shovels. i mean,
really, how many shovels does it take to move snow?
but when asked, he can explain the how and the why of each one.
‘different kinds of snow, require different kinds of shovels’, he’ll tell you if you ask.
only a portion of his ‘collection’ sits in front of the garage door.
he can launch into counterbalance
and grip,
explain the uses of metal vs plastic edges,
and expound on handle length as applied to leverage
in the wink of an eye…
now, part of me wants to snicker a little.
that he is so scientific about shovels
strikes me as funny.
then again,
who am i to talk?
i choose bamboo vs metal knitting needles
based on the yarns i’m going to use,
buy the same needles with different tip lengths
for different projects,
and certainly i could go on and on about
round vs square vs hexagonal needles and what they all do best.
truth is, he’s been doing the work of shoveling longer than i’ve been knitting,
so i should be happy he knows the tools so well.
that’s what i want him to feel about
my knitting needles and me,
afterall.
