Part One - The Cap
When Thomas' beloved knit cap was tragically ruined over Thanksgiving, Charlie secretly determined to knit him a replacement in time for Christmas.
It was an ambitious goal, given that Charlie knew nothing about knitting. However, he cast his search for a knitting instructor upon the waters of the Thiel network, found a teacher, and actually completed the cap in time to wrap it and put it under the tree.
Thomas was thrilled. He put the cap on and, other than giving us each a brief chance to try it, hardly removed it for the rest of the time he was at home.
Part Two - The Knitting Instructor
Our family was wowed by Charlie's tenacity and his knitting instructor's magical teaching skills. Whenever Charlie and I would catch up after he'd returned to San Francisco, I would ask after the Knitting Instructor. He always seemed to have lots of news about her. It developed that her name was Laura, and that she was a devotee of this blog.
Part Three - The Visit
Charlie and Laura came down to L.A. for a few days. Though they had planned a full schedule, it included multiple Lambie-centric events.
I was excited anticipating their arrival, but at the same time concerned that I would not meet Laura's expectations of me: that in the flesh I might prove less fascinating than I profess to be herein.
But when they arrived and Laura launched into a deliberation over what she could cook to make me happy, it came over me that she was there not to judge but to bond. I melted into her arms.
It was a great weekend. We took some walks together, and I showed off my 'Sit' skill set. Charlie and Laura also engaged with me in some rawhide throwing and mock-fighting, which is one of my favorite activities. I felt highly appreciated. Highly gifted, one might even say.
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