Over a week ago, about 6pm there was a knock at my door. I’m comfortably dressed in trackie pants, sweater and ugg boots, thinking who’s knocking at the door, no-one comes around unannounced. I open the door to my neighbour, who until this point Al M and I had been referring to as "Reg". "Reg" water’s "his" roses at my place and a couple of other plants, he also prunes the rose bushes and takes my rubbish bin out to the verge and brings it back. Reg is a trooper.
So there’s "Reg", "what are you doing?", me, umm not a lot, Reg "come over for a beer". So over to Reg’s for a beer, he has a plate laid out with cheese and crackers and some olives. Sweet!
We sit down and have a chat. His name is Jim and man is he a character. He’s been to war, has a wife (now in assisted care), he has children, grandchildren, he’s studied pruning and spent over 15 years of his working career as a cutter and sewer for various theatres around Perth and also the Police and Navy, you name it Jim’s sewn it! He tells me he can cut and sew a kilt from memory and that it’s better to do two at once and you need about 18 metres of fabric. He has over half a dozen sewing machines which he won’t show me, maybe he’s shy. He also paints, loves fishing, goes lawn bowling and makes jam. You know how I know he makes jam? I offered once to exchange some of my jam for a plate of his fresh herring he’d caught that day. Jim’s response "why would I want your jam, I have a cupboard full of my own homemade jam". Me, trying not to laugh, says ok then Jim. On leaving his home from our beer, I say maybe I can cook him dinner sometime, his response….yep "can you cook? I’m fussy"! LOL at this point I’m like "shit can I cook"??? So I figured Jim can’t knit!
The point? Well I knew the roses needed pruning and was planing on doing it this Sunday, but when I arrived home Friday night, tired and a little fed up, there were the pruned roses. Bloody good one Jim! I figure Jim needs a hand knit beanie, I know he’ll appreciate the skill, time and the yarn I choose for him. Knitted using Jo Sharp Silkroad Ultra, 2 skeins, pattern from Village. I really like the pattern.
I’d left the beanie wrapped with a card on Jim’s doorstep and when I got home yesterday this was on my doorstep from Jim. Love his jam label, his rubber stamped name! Classic.
One final Jim story. A couple of Sunday’s ago, Spud and I were having Sunday breakfast on the front porch stairs. Spud was on his harness and lead and we were quietly enjoying the papers and winter sunshine. Jim’s out watering and pottering and doesn’t see me sitting there quietly, he’s a little deaf so I’d have to yell to say hello and I figure I’ll just sit here reading until he sees me.
Jim’s neighbour comes home, young guy that Jim loves chatting to. The guy is telling Jim he thinks someone was trying to steal his car the evening before because all the security lights come on. Jim’s like "naaah would have been a cat mate, don’t worry about it", he then follows with, whilst pointing in the direction of my place, "can’t be her cat, she keeps her’s tied up"! The young guy sees me sitting there and I start cracking up, he smirks and Jim’s oblivious.