Tumbled Words

Remember my sticky post this past month? Well, it was worth it.

Thank you, those who voted for my blog on Bloginterview.com: to those who just voted for it because they actually liked it and to those who voted for my blog because they wanted money to go toward all the yarn and postage associated with getting the afghans for Share A Square put together!

Now, I knew I didn’t have a readership to actually win, but I had to make the effort. I just wanted to make it an easy way for people to give toward the afghans that otherwise hadn’t time, money, or were too involved in other worthy causes. I received 34 votes as of last night, 33 thumbs up and one thumbs down, sigh, but don’t worry the thumbs down had to be for my blog and not for Share A Square.

So, as a thank you for each vote, I am donating one dollar for each of the 34 votes to Share a Square, so your vote did count. Thank you for voting for my blog!

And y’all, for the record, I know how expensive it is to mail those squares back and forth in those numbers… it adds up… and that doesn’t count the gas Shelly is using from her own money to meet people to pick up and drop off afghans in nearby towns. So, if you can make a difference, do… And anyone that has not crocheted or knitted just one square, do it now…. The project is doing so well… but let’s not have it fall short, when just knitting 6 inches would have made the difference in getting an afghan finished.

To see the amazing project — how much has been accomplished already because one woman had an idea and had the personality and drive to get so many of us involved, click here, and then go ahead, grin at it all, you may as well get those chemicals rushing through your system, too.

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A side note. I went with Leon today for his fire ant allergy shot. A young girl, about 9, was there with her mom and brother across the room. I got out my bright orange-red square I was knitting for the afghans and started knitting. Within a few minutes she had walked over and was just watching. I said hello to her and she said, “I know how to do that.” Well, my mind instantly wanted to tell her about Share A Square, but she was so engaging and so wanting to talk about just everything: brothers, parents, sewing her first stuffed animal, and that led to books she liked and games we both played, (OK, so I played them before she was thought of.) and how we got along with our brothers. Her oldest brother, an adult, had recently moved out on his own, and the look of utter sadness that crossed her face when she told me, even made an impact on Leon, who was doing his Sudoku puzzles and chiming in occasionally, usually, if I remember correctly to laugh about me….

I knew then I was not bringing up SAS, but just going to let a little girl talk, be listened to, and carry on a conversation. It is so easy with no young children to forget just what an impact simple conversations with strangers can have on a child…. They finally called her in for her shot, I had walked over to pay for my pedometer (hush) and when I came back she was standing in the middle of the room holding her arm from her shot, looking for me… with that look kids get when they hurt a bit…. So, of course, we amped up the conversation so as not to think about the temporary pain… and she heard about our son having two nurses give him a shot in each arm at the same time.

And when her mom needed her for something and then they left from another part of the office, she made a point of coming back in to say goodbye… A sweet girl who loves to read and play tag and loves her dog and so obviously her biggest brother… I know this is silly, and I know I missed an opportunity to talk about SAS, but SAS was indirectly responsible for a conversation I will remember, because had I not been knitting a square, I would have missed the opportunity to both smile inside and to give her that acknowledgment that I knew she missed her brother, etc… and that it was hard for her; I would have been lost in a book or bugging Leon, instead, my stolen moment with Leon on his last vacation day with this job, became a stolen moment with a stranger that touched our hearts… more than I care to admit. And I would have missed a conversation simple with an engaging young girl.

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