Yesterday I was foraging for bandwidth and found myself in the Whole Foods in Omaha. Not only does this excellent Whole Foods have WiFi, it has WiByGla (wine by the glass), which I think is just about the greatest concept in grocery shopping since the paper bag. The kids got a snack and settled in while I did my computer business. When I was done, I got up to get an iced coffee, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this on the table behind us:
At first I thought it was one of those optical illusions I am always having, like when I see someone on a subway platform fiddling with a strand of white yarn, and get a little excited before I realize it’s iPod earphones (again). But no, this was definitely yarn. Definitely something garter stitchy in there, too. Investigating further, I looked up and saw this:
The room had filled with knitters. I began to suspect that I was dreaming. Things like this happen in my dreams. (In a recent dream, I was at a party at Craig Ferguson’s house and tried to impress him by telling him I am a knitting book author. I know! What is wrong with me?)
Adding to the dreamlike ambiance: a beckoning log cabin blanket.
They had a SWIFT. Seriously, now, can you imagine that I sit down in an empty room, and 20 minutes later I look up and find 40 knitters, a log cabin blanket, a BABY SURPRISE JACKET, and a swift?
So naturally I introduced myself. I believe I said something like, “I am a knitting book author.” I know! You’d think I’d learn that this is not a great conversational opening. But it worked better on this crowd than on Craig-Ferguson-in-dream. It turns out that my WiFi search had led me to Whole Foods on a Wednesday evening, when a group from the Nebraska Knit and Crochet Guild gathers there for hours of knitting, chatting and WiByGla. They told me the Whole Foods people have made them very welcome, and even let them use the fancy kitchen classroom sometimes for knitting classes. They generally stay until they get shooed out at closing time.
Here’s Karen, the guild’s knitting doctor.
The kids were….well, you can guess how they felt about it. Just lucky, I guess!
Based on the comments to my last post, we are staying a couple of extra days so that we can partake of the Omaha Royals’ last home stand in Rosenblatt Stadium, aka the Blatt. Thanks, kind baseball lovin’ readers! That was a very good idea.
P.S. Olive has been to a bar with my dad. We have to leave town before she picks up any bad habits, cravings for smoked almonds, or anything.