On Teaching Jason to Knit.

 Jason is a friend of mine, a writer who used to, let's be frank, make fun of my knitting. It's because he makes fun of everything -- it's just his way. Then he made the mistake of admitting that he kind of wanted to learn how to knit too, so I taught him. It took a few hours (because I can't sit still and teach in a very linear way), but by the time he left my house, he'd gotten it.

He was surprised that it was harder than it looks [cough-I-make-everything-look-easy-cough]. He had his second lesson tonight, on picking up dropped stitches, of course. He said he's worried that he's going to finish his first project, a beanie in Lamb's Pride Bulky, too soon and not have anything else to knit until he can get back up to my place so I can help him cast on again (he lives 45 minutes away). Is that not the cutest thing ever? Maybe. It might be. I'm so proud of him.