Trampled Underfoot

It was school picture day. Our kids were standing in front of the Physical Graffiti building. It looks pretty much the same. They did ask that guy to shove over so he wasn't in the photo, though.

Anyway, the kids all were holding these big sunflowers and the photographer was desperately trying to get them to pay attention. Another mom, a good friend of mine, tugged on my sleeve and said "we're making this worse. let's go get some coffee." So we trotted off. A little way down the street we saw a baby squirrel on the corner of a staircase, and it was shivering with fear. My friend pointed out the vet across the street and suggested we go tell them and find out if they do animal rescue.

So we do, and they give us a cardboard box and the phone number of a local guy who does animal rescue. "He only does squirrels" they stressed. As we were leaving, phone number in hand, my friend said "what's his name?" and the woman at the desk said "Bernhard Goetz." we laughed. and said, "like THE Bernhard Goetz?" and the vet looked at us gravely and said "It is THE Bernhard Goetz."

So we called up the subway vigilante and chatted about what to feed a baby squirrel (avocado) and went to get our squirrel. But by the time we got back, it was gone.

This has little to do with knitting, I realize. Oh. my friend is a knitter and her kid was wearing a gorgeous dress that she knitted for picture day. does that count?