My cell phone rang at 1.40am. It took me a while to realize that it was ringing, deep in sleep as I was. The ringer was off, but the phone was on vibrate, and announced the incoming call by scooting loudly around the terracotta floor, the screen ablaze. Only barely awake, I picked up, and saw the photo of my eldest on the display. "Why is he calling?" I thought with dread. (Remember back before cell phones and digital displays, when the phone would ring and you'd wonder, "Who is it?" Now you know who's calling, and the question is "Why is he calling?" And at 1.40am, you add a certain amount of anxiety to that question.)
In fact, it was bad news. Or not-so-good-news, anyway, though it could have been much worse. My boy informed me that, as he was driving home, he'd hit a deer that jumped from the trees at the side of the road and landed right in front of the car. Although he was totally unhurt, he'd lost the headlights in the collision, and couldn't see a thing. So he was stuck in the middle of the woods on a pitch-dark, cloudy night (you'd be surprised how much you learn to appreciate the moon and starry night skies when you live in the middle of nowhere) unable to drive anywhere.
I was out the house in 10 minutes, 9 of which were spent wondering whether I could go out in my pajamas, or whether I ought to get dressed. I must have been half-asleep still!
The drive back home with my boy was long. Because the road was too narrow to safely park the damaged car, and there was no traffic at that time of night, I led the way in my car with the lights on, and he followed close behind. We crawled up the hill, around the many curves, eventually reached home safely, and went to bed. Except that by then I was wide awake, my mind racing through a series of thoughts: More car trouble! More wild fauna problems! Thank goodness my son was unhurt!
(To the concerned wild fauna lovers reading this: the deer escaped)
In the morning I was so frazzled and sleep-deprived that not even my beloved knitting could help my state of mind. I have three adult sweaters on the needles right now, none of which is easy knitting, and right now I needed easy projects, tiny morsels of knitting. So I made a little cotton hat for a friend's newborn granddaughter (Clover Earflap hat, which I've made many times before). Then I went several sizes down, and knitted a miniature sweater for Charlotte (with Elizabeth Zimmermann's help). Because, did I not tell you? Rebecca sewed a new dress for her rag doll over Easter - the cutest floral doll's dress with a ruffled edging. She did such a good job! So I surprised her with a matching sweater. Teeny tiny makings helped my state of mind a teeny tiny bit.