Embarassing?

A quick story about a hobby, a family, and a pub.

I had decided to take some knitting on our vacation. I love knitting. It allows me to be happily creatively productive while sitting still and contemplating. It absorbs my mind and body and I am quite fully in the moment when I knit. My boys however, seem to have the misconception that knitting is for older folk, and that one ought not to knit in a pub, especially during the World Cup!

However one night, I think it was the semi's...we decided to patronize the King's Heid in Monmouth, Wales. By the way, we drove by at least a half dozen Queen's Heid pub's and almost as many King's Heid's! Noam wanted to Blog, and I wanted to knit, so while Tim and Micah distanced themselves (more Micah's desire than Tim's), pints in hand and watching the 'footy' with the crowd, Noam and I happily found a table near the bar with access to an electrical outlet. We each nursed a drink while he happily typed away, and I frustrated with my new knitting project (but with Noam saying "don't give up mom")...made a good start on it.

I noticed a young man at the bar bestowing a benevolent smile upon me, so perhaps it is true, and I do appear the greying middle aged woman, with her Pim's, and her yarn...but I was content!