Once upon a time, new neighbours moved into the house next door. They were two men and their older mom, relatively new to Canada, buying their first house. Twice, Chuck observed them struggling to cut their grass with a weedeater. Being the nice neighbour that he is, every time Chuck mowed our lawn, he took the time to ow theirs as well. The neighbours were very appreciative. They ordered pizza to our house, mother brought us deliciously juicy chickens from Chinatown, and we’d receive beautiful tins of moon cakes for the Autumn Moon Festival. One son worked in a hat factory and the other in a candy warehouse. We had access to all the baseball caps and candy bars that we’d ever need. Good thing that son #3 didn’t live at home – he owned a pet store.
The week prior to our move, Chuck went to help them with something in their garage. There stood a shiny lawnmower. "Oh," says Chuck, "you’ve bought yourselves a lawn mower." Their response? "Oh, we’ve always had a lawn mower, we could never get it started." Reminds me of the the adage – give a man a fish and he has a meal, teach a man to fish and he has food for life. That was one of those good long laughs I’ll never forget.
Knitting update: cousin Lena’s mother-of-the-bride shawl, with a mistake four rows from the top. It’s amazing what will show up in a picture.There’ll be some froggin’ happenin’ tonight.
Life's a Stitch 
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