When I was redesigned my blog, I debated with myself as to whether I should change the description of what I do here from “musing on the life of a teacher, mother, writer, knitter, human being.” My role as a mother has changed since I began writing my blog, but I am still a mother. Fortunately for my children, they have moved on to college and beyond and no longer serve as an unending source of material for posts.
Though I don’t write about it much, I love being a teacher. One of the reasons that I steer away from this topic is because so many teachers have gotten in trouble for posting comments about their students and their jobs on various public forums. Granted, many of these comments have been less than complimentary. That is not an issue I would have. I love my job and love my students. Enough said.
Being worn down by the dreadful heat here, having a list of things I need to do, and worrying about various people and situations and knowing that I have no control over either, is making me feel pretty human right now so I guess I still can claim human being. I am not going to speak one way or the other about whether or not I can call myself a writer.
That leaves knitter.
I am still a knitter though admittedly I don’t knit as much as I used to. In and of itself, that is not necessarily a bad thing; it is the result of having more (good) things to do - one of which is a heavier teaching load at school. Did I mention that I love my job - and my students? Anyway, the responsibilities of such cut into my knitting time. For the record, let me state here that it’s not watching Clean House and Happily Divorced on TV, or doing crossword puzzles, or writing blog posts, or playing Angry Birds that is compromising my knitting time; It is definitely my school/job related activities. Really. It is!
I have knit. I do knit. I am knitting. The problem is that I have not finished much lately so there isn’t really anything to write about or to show you. My bag of unfinished items may be further confirmation of my humanity. In my own defense, I have started and finished a few baby gifts. I gave them away without photographing them so I can’t prove that. They were cute. Trust me. I also have taught a couple of knitting classes but I myself have not yet finished these projects. Does it make me a good teacher if I tell you that I have not finished my own sweaters because I have spent a goodly amount of my time at the knit shop helping others finish theirs? I did finish one of Weber’s birthday socks in time for his June birthday. Its mate is still unfinished. Well, truthfully, it is still un-started. It is 105 degrees here. He doesn’t need wool socks now anyway, right? I know that wool has a wicking effect but trust me, he is not going to wear wool socks any time soon.
Despite the fact that I have several “overdue” knitted items to finish, I am looking ahead to holiday knitting. The other day I committed one of the knitters’ deadly sins; I was looking at yarn at a “craft store” rather than at the knit shop. Not only did I look, but I bought. I bought yarn and a pattern book. (More support for my human being status.)
While we were looking at the pattern books, Weber made a disturbing discovery. Thumbing through a book he noticed that several pages had been ripped from its center. We’ve all seen this kind of thing before - the page with the recipe ripped from the magazine in the doctor’s office waiting room, which is inevitably the page that, on its other side, had the conclusion to the fascinating article that you were reading. tThen there are the coupons that have been lifted from the Sunday paper and the missing journal article that you needed to finish your research in graduate school. It’s all the same - selfish people doing selfish things.
The thing that made this whole scenario of the book with the ripped out pages at the craft store even sadder is that it was a pattern book of knitted prayer shawls, shawls that are made and given to those who are facing tough times. The intent is that the knitter “knits” prayers into the garment as they work. What kind of prayers does someone who has stolen the pages from a book knit into their prayer shawl? Maybe Knit one prayer of hope and healing for you, Purl two prayers of forgiveness for me. At least that would be a step in the right direction.
The mother, writer, teacher, knitter, and human being in me says, Please don’t steal the pages out of newspapers, magazines, journals, novels, or knitting patterns. Thank you.
