Mostly it was a totally shit day, all things considered…
I don’t want to go into it…it started with babies who didn’t want to leave me, and then I got to school and felt stupid, inadequate and detrimental to the mental health and well being of the students I love (most of them…there are a few who should get lizards in their beds, shoes, and shower sponges for their work today) and for the moment I don’t want to talk about it.
Writing is going okay–I apparently lost a lovely bit of about 6 pages during the great computer changeover, and apparently actually writing as opposed to proofing is so much more inspiring that this could be the one thing that saved my sanity. That and the pictures, which I’m importing right before I go pick Big T up from karate.
Anyway, expect a pair of socks to FO before the weekend (yee-ha…I’m beginning to seriously regreat the Great Sock Cast-On of the summer of ’07…I need some worsted weight and I need it NOW!!!) and that will make two FO’s in about two weeks and I intend to reward myself with a crocheted baby blanket and some writslets for Chicken… who, by the way, was the driving force behind the costuming in the following pictures. And as for ‘Baby Driver’? She did that all on her own… all I added was the sound track from Paul Simon (sung of course–she seat danced in time:-) and the camera.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell youi all how badly I suck at my vocation. Today, I’m toodling off singing “They call me baby-driver…”