Everyone has random gaps of knowledge–things that other people think that everyone knows. It’s great fun discovering them.
I discovered one of mine this weekend when BF and I attended a local outdoor concert. A ’60s band was playing–someone with a very funny name that couldn’t quite retain in my memory, no matter how I tried. Henry’s Termites? Herman’s Hermaphrodites?
- I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am
- Wonderful World (In my head, I always call this one “Don’t Know Much About History”)
- Can’t You Hear My Heartbeat
- Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter
Yet somehow, I had never connected the songs together, nor had I ever heard of the name of the band.
It was a beautiful night for knitting. I sat under the trees on a quilt made of blue jeans, working on my Dancing Cranes stole. I knitted until it was too dark to see.