It’s that time of year again. The summer sun bears down on us earthlings with a vengeance, parching the ground, drying small ponds and sending us scuttling indoors where we shelter from the heat with our air conditioners, swamp coolers or just plain fans. The public pools smell of sunscreen and are packed with children jumping and splashing and not paying attention to where they’re doing it. A cracked skull may be in your future if this is your venue for cooling down.
If you’re lucky enough, you live close to the ocean; close to a large mass of water that regulates the temperature and cleans the air and is fun to frolic in with plenty of room. No cracked skulls there. You are fortunate. You are blessed. You are also probably wealthy, or are living in the house your great-great grandparents purchased back in the day, and it’s staying in the family. Either way, it must be sweet.
Except I would never get in the water. I’d be hanging out at the public pools – if such a thing exists next to the beach – and taking my chances with the splashing, jumping kids. And the reason for that? Sharks. I was okay with going in the water until I turned 12. “Jaws” the book and movie changed my mind. Since then, I have learned of other, valid reasons why one shouldn’t go in the ocean, but the most dramatic and compelling justification for avoiding the open seas remains the movie. And what better way to celebrate the fact the I’m freaked out than knit a pair of cool socks during Shark Week!
The Knit-A-Long starts on the 23rd of this month, so you just may be able to get your yarn in time if you want to join the fun. This will be my first KAL and I’m excited. If you rolled your eyes at that last statement, you are not a knitter!
See you in the funny pages!