First day of my summer holiday. I went into town and bought yarn for 300 kronor. Then Natalia and I went to do aerobics at Skarpnäck’s sports field. Jumping around to Destiny’s Child in the July evening sunshine is damn close to perfection.
On the way home, I started telling Natalia about the cherries that are going to waste by my house, and one thing lead to another and suddenly we were both standing on the roof of a bicycle shed, picking big, black cherries into old yogurt buckets. The six-year-old twins that live in my building helped us by running around on the ground, yelling instructions to us about where the biggest cherries were. Deep purple cherry juice all over their faces.
Then we made lentil soup, watched an episode of Twin peaks and ate cherries for dessert. Nice start of the holiday.
I have new yarn now. New knitting or crocheting projects make me so excited (and now I don’t mean in the way that made Natalia laugh when I told her, me having some weird yarn fetish – even though that would be really funny). It’s just something that I really enjoy doing. Like, I-can’t-stop-even-though-it’s-after-midnight-excited. And right now, I think I prefer crocheting before spending time with people. Not Natalia, obviously, or Ashley or Kirke or those really special ones – but people in general. Those outside the closest circle.
I’m not always like this. Generally I like socializing. In moderate doses. I think it’s just exhaustion, overload. I need to reboot. I’ll finish up the pillow case, knit a hat to Elin’s baby and maybe another pillow case – and then I’ll be ready for the world again.
Katja Malmborg 