I have a correction to make to our book.
On page 90, under “Places We Have Tried to Knit and Failed,” I wrote: “Even the stretch of I-24 between Murfreesboro and Winchester is not straight enough to allow for driving with the knees.”
I am here to tell you that as of Sunday afternoon, that stretch of I-24 can now officially be put in the category of “Places We Have Tried to Knit and Succeeded.”
As you may have heard on CNN (Mom Held Hostage Day 4 Continuing Coverage), our family is in the midst of spring break. In a desperate gambit, I took wee David up to our mountain hideout for an overnight jaunt filled with DVDs, knitting, and wanton Pop-Tarts.
(With my Vermeer fever stewing, I re-watched Girl with a Pearl Earring–oh, I’ve read the book, seen the movie–and while it’s not a great movie, it’s a Colin Firth movie, and that’s plenty when you’re in Grundy County, Tennessee, on a Saturday night.)
On the way home, about fifteen miles south of Murfreesboro, I crested a hill and just about slammed into this:
This hot-air balloon trailer had stopped because, in front of it, another 2,000 vehicles had stopped, too.
As in, I’m-ditching-this-mess-and-going-back-to-Pulaski stopped:
This became a popular thing to do, but we didn’t really have anyplace we wanted to go except west on I-24. So David and I started to look around at the people who were suddenly our neighbors.
Not going 70 miles an hour gives you time to notice things. When a guy six cars up got out of his pickup to root around in back for something, I wondered if we were heading into one of those situations where the National Guard has to bring in water trucks and diapers.
When I saw this well-provisioned fella, I knew where to go when times got rough. “He’s got Cheetos, Mom,” David pointed out.
David then noticed this:
pretty much at the same moment I looked over in the passenger seat and saw this:
After a peek through the camera obscura at what a traffic jam might look like to Vermeer, it took about a second to start this:
After a good hour and the finest knitting of my life, we made it to an exit to nowhere and wandered around long enough that we saw some awesome yard art. And we thought hard about calling up this one:
But the fact was, we had such a fine time stuck in traffic that we didn’t really want to be sprung.