Probably not if you’re knitting something with cables, lace or intarsia.
I mean, you could try, but even the most experienced knitters need to look at intarsia.
Oddly enough after 27 years, even my husband doesn’t seem to get that I don’t like certain activities. I was never happier than the day his orthopedic surgeon told him to get rid of the motorcycle - riding on that thing was a particular brand of torture to me. But he loved to ride, so I’d go with him once in a while. Honestly, tho, I never enjoyed it.
He knows I don’t like going to the movies. We did when we were first married because it was about the only affordable option for getting out of the house. I even went with him and another couple to see some new Star Trek flick on Christmas Day because they all wanted to go - a double whammy, since I never could get into the whole Trek thing. When video rentals became widespread, life was so much better for me. At home on my comfy furniture in a comfy robe, no ambient racket, ah, bliss!
Scarlett67, you hit the nail on the head with the card game thing. I know Euchre is a fairly simple game, but they have to walk me thru it every single time. And I stress the entire time that I’m going to make a stupid move. I know it’s just a game and it’s of no importance, but it’s still stressful and unfun. The other night, they were playing something so complicated, they had a 2-page typed list of rules at the table so they could refer to it. Does no one play “Go Fish” any more??
I’m not anti-game. I love word games and trivia games, but I’m in a family of non-spellers, which pretty much rules out Scrabble. As for trivia, I’m not a genius, but I do remember lots of useless information, which seems to be the basis of most of those games. I expect they look at Trivial Pursuit the same way I look at card games.
And for the record, I didn’t take my knitting to Florida with me. I chatted and helped set the table or clean up after meals, I went on several walks around the neighborhood with the dogs, I taught my in-laws several things on their new computer - I don’t think I was a terrible houseguest. Also, for a number of years, we lived within 5 miles of each other, so it’s not like they’ve only been around me once a year for a quarter of a century…
Anyway, I’m home now. I’m pretty sure they don’t hate me because we didn’t go see the Fockers. Heck, they’re retired - they can go see it any time they want! Assuming it doesn’t crash and burn in a week as it so richly deserves (how did that franchise stretch to 3 movies??)
Preach it, sister. Talking about what one would do in FCM’s position makes sense, but talking about what the other people should do absolutely doesn’t. If I were FCM, I would try to get the husband on board to encourage the others to still fo to the movies and play cards.
Did it ever occur to you that they didn’t want to do these things and were just going along so you wouldn’t feel bad that you provided them with a lousy time? I’m not saying they did, but it is possible. You drag me to a flea market and I’ll be miserable… but I’ll grin and bear it so as not to disappoint my host. The fair… was it a corn dogs and tractor kind of fair or was it more of a Ren Fair? If the latter… can we go back to the flea market please?
Spud, actually, they asked to go to the aquarium and sailing, and when they asked what else there was to do in our area (which is out in the boonies) we offered several options, which included the flea market and the county fair (pig and tractor style.) The choices were all theirs, including a couple of day trips when we were at work. We had picked up a pile of tourist brochures so they could decide how they wanted to spend their visit.
The only choices I made were what to serve for dinner, except for the one night we took them out to a local restaurant for a hoity-toity meal… 
I’m pretty sure they enjoyed it because they commented on it when we saw them last week.
You sound exactly like me! Although since the chemotherapy and subsequent steroids have upped the “shaky-hate-to-be-in-crowds-feeling” a million-fold, my hubby has finally become comfortable with leaving me alone to do my own thing. I would much rather be curled up in my bed reading than be anywhere else.
And I just gave my daughter a pair of light up knitting needles. Just sayin’.