It’s Wednesday. Mid-week. We’ve made it this far, we can make it the rest of the way. This morning, Joan Jett is ringing in my ears. Has everyone heard Britney Spears version of this classic? Poor dear. It’s so sad when a classic is butchered. It’s a rockin’ morning here in Middle Earth. Hot and rocking!
Last evening I spent time knitting on “the scarf”. I suppose I best come up with a better name for her (I’m sure she’s a girl, she’s pink, and I know it’s a sexist statement-so sue me). I love her muchly. The pattern is a free pattern I found on Ravelry (love it!). It’s by Stickchicky and it’s called “The Waltz”. Very clever, very easy and it’s a lovely lacy pattern. Sometimes I find that free patterns are a bit difficult to follow and when it’s free I can’t be very demanding. Somebody has taken their time and designed something and posted it for us to knit. To rag on somebody like that would be not just unkind, but downright pissy. And, I have to say I feel very comfortable questioning a pattern when I’ve paid real money for it. I have no issues asking the author for help when I’ve paid.
One thing I am doing now is relaxing. I’m slow. I don’t have a bunch of time to knit or spin, so I’m lightening up a bit. Since I’ve relaxed I find I actually knit a bit more. I can’t figure it out. I have no more time, but I’m accomplishing more. Huh?
I haven’t written much about life lately. My job is changing with the economy. I am secure for the time being, but with the good economic news we’ve been getting lately, who knows? I do know that my boss is in rehab and angry (that’s nothing new). His children are doing everything they can to keep things going and watch out for him and we’re keeping things going on the business front. One of my co-workers is drinking on the job. Yup. This is the strangest thing for me. I’m no stranger to alcoholism. My family is filled with it. I’m no stranger to substance abuse, but I come from Calvinists. There is no excuse for not working. You never let self-medicating get in the way of your life. OK. John Calvin did not believe in drinking. Or fun. But, I do have to say his work ethic runs in my family like blood. So, this drinking at work and coming in drunk is not only disturbing, but tragic. I don’t understand it and resent it, but still, I feel so intensely sad for this person. This is one tragedy I have to step out of every single day.
Wow. How cheery. I just wanted to explain my writing about surfacey type things. I’ve been troubled by it and unable to process it until now. And, that’s how I do things. I can’t talk about something that is bothering me until I can process it. Until it’s processed, it’s all garbled and unclear. Oh, and I forgot. This lump o’ knitting is a child’s hat I’m knitting for an elementary school in St. Louis that is over 90% below poverty. I am knitting hats for the little guys so they’ll be warm this winter. This is bulky Tahki old something. It will make a warm warm hat. You have a good one!