Really nervous

Ok – I am really nervous.

Why would a self assured knitter be nervous? What could possibly put fear or trepidation in a vibrant healthy knitter?

No – it isn’t lace.

It isn’t cables.

It isn’t even dropped stitches.

It is another knitter.

Ok, this isn’t just any knitter. This is a knitter I have never met. She is in a nursing home and her eyesight has deteriorated a bit. She just wants someone to come and knit with her so that if she messes up it can be fixed. Well – I volunteered.

I don’t know why I volunteered. I don’t know what possessed me! I do NOT like meeting new people. It terrifies me.

Ok – I can hear my friends laughing uproariously. STOP IT! It is true.

That is why I take such care to ACT like it doesn’t bother me. I have a lot of pride and I don’t like for anyone to know that I am scared. If you try to scare me, I will get ANGRY. In haunted houses (which I have sworn off of after years of trying to see the point), I will relax and act very nonchalant. If you want me to meet new people – I will smile and act like a regular politician, but inside I am a quivering bowl of Jell-O.

It was hard for me to just CALL her on the phone. But I did (after I got my voice back). I have talked to her a couple of times now. She seems like a nice lady. She also seemed to think that I have done this before and it is a regular thing…

Poor dear… She doesn’t know who she is dealing with.

She has no idea that I am just a silly, sniveling, terrified knitter who has limited social skills and her foot in her mouth 90% of the time.

I scheduled to meet her on Wednesday (which happened to be my only FREE day this week).

Wish me luck.