I sat with the yarn flowing through my fingers as youngest sat in a chair reading. The quiet through the house allowed us to hear trains in the distance, chimes on the porch, and birds in the trees. I was counting stitches and considering the day when he asked me what was wrong.
"Nothing." I replied laughingly, "Why do you ask?"
He went on to explain I was making a multitude of faces while I crocheted and he didn't think it was because of the yarn I was dealing with.
"No, I guess not. I was thinking about dinner, and lemon bars, when Manda might get home, when your father would get home, the relationship between two people I worry about, the pattern I was using, your brother, laundry, the dog's nails, how momma is doing, what May is doing, and the book I got from the library."
He laughed and said he now understood the faces I was making.
I smiled and decided to give my brain and fingers a break. Getting up I moved to the kitchen and began taking out the ingredients needed for that night's dinner.