I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Ettiene De Grellet

I often try to remember that the world is not just about me. I try to remember that many small attempts on my part to be aware of the impact my behaviors have on others is never in vain. I try to remember that I am just a small speck on this planet and that it is my duty to be aware and conscious of how my actions or lack of affect those around me even if they are strangers. As a result, I am often saddened by the fact that many people don't behave this way and that these thoughts never even cross their minds.

After work today I go to Trader Joe's (in an upscale neighborhood) and as I am sitting in my car trying to gather my keys and my reusable shopping bags, I notice a woman leaving her shopping cart in a slightly slanted walk just a few feet from the cart dispenser area as she walks away. I note that the cart does a swirl of a dance because it is slightly breezy and does not have solid ground to stand on, before it aims straight for my car. I hold my breath and close my eyes for I know that I cannot stop it in time. As it crashes upside down onto my drivers side door, the woman turns around and comes to retrieve it. She picks it up and looks at me. I get out and look at the damage. It is dented in not just one but two places. She looks at me and says "That was not the cart I had". In amazement I just stare at her. I tell her that this is why it is necessary for people to care enough to just put the cart back in its spot. She again states "my cart was the one next to that one" - I am just fuming. Its not about my car, its just a car. Its about the complete disregard and lack of responsibility. She turns and walks to her car, a shiny new Audi convertible. She looks back at me, like I am some pathetic creature as she drives away.

My car is a 2002 Honda Civic with 135,000 miles on it and I try hard to keep it in good shape because I cannot afford to purchase a new car. My car looked really good and does not reflect its age. As she drove away, I felt sad. I felt sad that some could be so thoughtless. I always walk my shopping cart back to its place, even when the weather is less than desirable because I feel that it is my responsibility. It is a small way to show my community that I care, that I value others time and property, that I am not so full of myself that I forget to take care of the details that make us a human being. I don't believe this in it entirety, but it does seem that people who have more wealth can at times be unconscious about doing the right thing. That there are some rules that just don't apply to them, making them seem selfish and indignant.

Do people know how much effort goes into
producing a knitted baby blanket?

Well I for one have to admit that many years ago I received a couple of knitted blankets for my sweet bundle of joy. I, not being a knitter back then (not that I can brag about being one now) did not truly show gratitude to those who spent hours knitting those blankets. Until just recently I had not realized the enormous patience and skill it takes to knit. Giving someone a knitted gift is the ultimate gift of love for you don't just simply walk into a store and say "I'll take that"-- oh no, it takes much time, love and skill.

This past Saturday I went to my niece's baby shower and lovingly gave her my first complete knitted (by pattern) baby blanket and baby booties. Consumed by the overwhelming stack of gifts and an all attentive audience, my niece smiled at me and said thank you, but not before some sneaky pair of small hands reached over yanked that precious gift and shoved it into the abyss of bags in the corner. All the weeks of love I poured into that blanket and booties shoved into the bottom of Babys R' Us bags. No oohing and aahing over my gift of love. OK, so I got over it, but then I felt the guilt of never truly thanking those knitters for taking the time to knit those precious blankets they gave me.

Now that I am (unofficially) a knitter I can truly appreciate it for the art that it is. I have recently come across a web site that tells of upcoming knitting events.
I will personally be attending the Stitch n' Pitch at Shea Stadium for the Mets game in September. I am actually a Yankee fan but there were no knitting events there, sadly to those faithful Yankee fans - its all about the knitting right now. Though I am not a fan of the Mets, it has come to my attention that their new stadium is almost complete and that I will be going to one of the very last games (this game is on a Thursday night and the last game is that weekend) to be played at this famous stadium, so without knowing I will be part of a historical moment and we can all thank the fact that I am now knitting. I wonder if I am going to become one of those weird people that takes her hobby way too seriously? When I start tatooing knitting needles on my body, someone ( Li ) please stop me. One of my new favorite blogs,-- she's funny as heck....Crazy Aunt Purl (and yes, it does have some knitting anecdotes).