There seems to be a new tradition around here. On weekend mornings, the male neighbours, one after the other, open their garage doors. You can hear hammering and drilling. Cars get washed. Motor oil swapped. Stain remover tips traded.
I like that new tradition. The men are outside, Kaya is making himself useful. He plays with his cars in the garage and waves to passers-by. Every now and then he skips inside to show me something he’s found or tell me he said hello to someone.
I really like that new tradition. It means that I can be here, all by myself, savouring a few moments of crafting time. I get a bit confused as to where to start. How to use that precious time best? A little sewing? A little knitting?
I end up starting lots of things and skipping from one to the other, tasting a bit of each, before moving on, almost never quite finishing anything.
Tonight there’ll be time to pick up the pieces and sew in some lose ends.