“We were playing golf, and your dad hit one off the tee and it plopped straight into the sand trap. We all went ‘Oh no!’ As he’s choosing a club I said, ‘What are you doing? You can’t hit that out of there with a driver!’ Your dad said, ‘You don’t know much about the game, do you?’ He took a swing, and the ball sailed all the way over to the green where it hit the flag, flapped around in it for a minute, and then dropped straight into the hole. It was the most beautiful golf shot I’ve ever witnessed in my life.” Don shakes his head. “An Eagle!”
Cue the cheering! I have no idea what an Eagle is, but I don’t doubt for a minute that Dad bought a round in the clubhouse after that. He’s been gone for seventeen years, and things like that, hearing a story that a man has kept alive all this time in his own memory keeps him with me. I can see Dad now, as surprised as anybody, watching the ball drop in and doing a happy little dance in that moment of glory. I’m so glad Don was there to see it, and to tell me about it all these years later.
More and still more sweaters are happening around here. This is Cabeladabra by Hanna Maciejewska (pattern is here) knit in Spirit Trail Fiberworks Zalti, in the colorway “Hermitage”, an almost uncapturable mustard/olive/highlighter pen yellow combination that just calls to me. This color is so irresistible.