Having to take my car to the dealer for repairs last weekend, leaving it there, and picking it up on Monday after paying a tremendous bill. When can I retire from teaching and pursue my knitting passion full-time? At 85, maybe?
Knitting and frogging and knitting and frogging and knitting and frogging my Thistle Mitts (for Eskimimi's "extra credit" assignment) due to continually making mistakes as I worked the absurdly simple thistle pattern (only a school teacher nearing the end of the school year can understand the kind of mental fog that causes such lapses and only a type A English teacher would attempt anything labeled "extra-credit" at this busy time of the school year).
|I like the tartan pattern (especially the way it compliments the color of the|
African violet blossoms), but think the mitt is a little too long and unfeminine
for the design.
Deciding to frog the completed and seamed first mitt as I wasn't happy with the fit and color combinations.
Redesigning and reknitting the mitts.
Attending my Tuesday night social media class and watch the instructor hand out a huge packet and telling the class that we have to complete an extensive internet marketing plan for a hypothetical business.
Losing assignment packet between school and home.
Experiencing relief that my instructor is an artistic (hence mercurial) type, as she tells the class on Thursday night to complete blog posts for an upcoming art show in lieu of writing business plan. Want to hug her when she tells me I can use posts I've been working on for Blog Week, rather than create new ones with blog platform other students are using.
|This thistle plant is growing by the front walk of my school. I might not have noticed it if I didn't have|
thistles on my mind.
Posting the wrong topic on Day 5.
Quickly trying to make a video to use on a Friday afternoon (Day 5), as a result of completing the wrong daily post assignment for that day, only to garner shocking and scary results. (A red-haired woman with marionette lines and an off-kilter smile mysteriously appeared in the video.)
Having an epiphany where I realize that something is deeply wrong with my character. Why do I feel compelled to finish blog week? Will the knit police come get me?
Deciding to make a crossword puzzle and scrap the video idea. First drop car off at dealership again (for more costly repairs), stop to buy hair gel and hairspray and spend time using aforementioned items to slick my younger son's blond mane away from his face. Attend his school drama performance where he plays a troublemaking greaser stuck in after-school detention--note, a tad uneasily, how he seems comfortably familiar enacting this role. Create the puzzle at around 10:00 at night after returning home.
|James turned 13 today. He looks quite grown up dressed up for his school performance.|
Waking on Saturday morning and actually bothering to work the puzzle. Find three mistakes in it. Redo. Relink. Repost. On that same day, go to Cottage Yarn for knit therapy, take son to swimming lesson and to lunch with my husband, go food shopping, return home, and then drive 16 miles to work the late shift at my school's senior prom. Return home at midnight filthy from cleaning chocolate fountains. Wonder why graduate education classes did not cover industrial restaurant kitchen work.
Deciding to post pictures of my Thistle Mitts but to forgo posting the pattern until I can edit it with a well-rested eye. Maybe in July? No, I should have the PDF up and ready to go in a day or two. But for now, it's Sunday, and I deserve a rest.