[nynor]

and i can't quite parse it.

this old guy comes to my door, and i mean old. he is holding a knitted purple something or other on a hangar that is so long it almost drags the ground. frankly, i was so dumbfounded i am afraid i just didn't know what to say.

he says, "is your wife home?" this also threw me for a loop. i replied that she was not. then he says, "well, my wife knits these." i said, ok. then he just shuffles off across my yard.

i THINK he was trying to sell it, but he split without saying anything other than the above. i was fairly disturbed for about an hour, just trying to get a handle on what the poor guy was doing. i still can't quite get my head around it.