January 8, 2018

Eli is currently at work right now, which means I'm home all alone...which means I'm super B-O-R-E-D.

I already cleaned the kitchen, the two bathrooms, the bedroom, the guest room, and rearranged both my and Eli's drawers by color.

I need some sort of hobby. Really badly. But I've already tried almost everything. Last week, it was jewelry making. The week before, it was online shopping. (Eli wasn't very supportive of that one. He didn't understand why I got so many "unnecessary" things, but in my defense, I really did need the wine glass holder necklace, banana slicer, and gas-powered flashlight.)

Currently, I've decided to try my hand at knitting. The choice wasn't completely random. It's true that I've always wanted to make cute scarves and mittens to give to my girlfriends, but I also had to find a way to get rid of the fourteen balls of Koigu Kersti Cashmere yarn that I bought during my online shopping phase.

Anyways, I'm currently working on what I wanted to be a sweater, but will most likely be a scarf because I don't know how to knit in any direction other than a straight line. Eli brought home a wooden trunk yesterday and left it by my side of the bed without saying anything. When I asked him what it was for, he said, "for all of the knit items you are going to make for your friends and inevitably become too attached to give away." He knows me so well. Moments like these still give me a little tingle in the pit of my stomach.

When I'm knitting, sometimes I like to imagine I'm a cute little 78-year-old grandma. I push my glasses down to my nose, purse my lips, and squint in order to see my movements more clearly (which does nothing to improve my vision in reality since I'm not actually old). As I'm doing this, I almost expect to see Eli walk into the room all aged himself and it makes me wonder what it will be like growing old together. I imagine us taking 5:30 a.m. walks in the park, our sagging necks covered in seven of my homemade scarves with our matching hunched backs poking out from behind.

We would walk in silence most of the time, but sometimes we would talk about what our other old friends are up to and about how we should get together to play shuffleboard some time.

We would bicker about the stuff we used to bicker about when we were younger, except it will be cute because we're old and it's a sign that we haven't become complacent with one another.

Then, we'll go back to our one-bedroom apartment where Eli won't have to go get ready for work but will instead sit at the kitchen table, keeping me company as I prepare dinner slowly since my bones won't be what they used to.

Then, we'll eat in a comfortable silence before slipping into our old-people pajamas (him in a matching set and me in a nightgown) and I'll drift off to sleep knowing that I'll get to relive the day all over again.

Thinking about that makes me happy.

- Abigail