Mr. Postman…

It was funny…this morning I saw one of my two favorite admins piloting one of the little electric cart while one of the custodians delivered stuff to people’s rooms. I was running a little late, and I almost started singing (trust me, this guy would have appreciated it)” STOP! Wait a minute Mr. Postman! Oh-oh-oh wait and see…”

I didn’t, and more’s the pity, because I got home, and Mr. Postman had been a very good boy indeed.

On the small scale there was a new pattern book from amazon.com–“New Mittens and Gloves” and I love it, if only because she named one of the patterns “Aethelwyne” which means ‘friend of the elves’. I mean, how could you not love someone who comes up with creative patterns and then names them, well, creatively? (Do you not get tired of pattern names like, “Thick Gloves, With Color”? One of the greatest things about Knitty is that people REALLY go to town on names…and most of them are FABULOUS.)

I also got my train tickets for Stitches West. I’d better make sure my daughter keeps hers, because the way this 13 year old has been clinging to me like some sort of emotionally angst-filled ivy, I may accidentally leave her there. (I wouldn’t do that–you all know I wouldn’t, but there has to be some sort of ‘mommy hug me’ rule for a thirteen year old. 10-15 would be good, but over and above that, I may have to sell her to gypsies or something.) I’m trying to establish some sort of “reign in the credit card” rule of thumb for this expedition. I’ve been stashdiving all week to remind me of how much yarn I have that I already DON’T have time to knit. So far, it’s only made me a smidge closer to casting on six-hundred pairs of socks in the span of a week.

And the other thing I got? (Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy…)
Louiz has sent me a package.

If I had more time (and I really don’t!) I’d download some lovely pictures–a book on Shakespearean insults with some very pretty bookmarks (oh boy oh boy oh boy) two packages of shortbread (Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy!), an absolutely hilarious card (hee hee hee hee hee) and a ball of Opal sockyarn (OHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!!!)

Goody goody goody goody…

Mr. Postman stopped, and I really AM queen of the known world.

Thanks, Louiz!

Must tell you all how much I needed this.

The person who got fired today told me that the prickweenie was gunning for me. One of the guys from my department had told her. I told her that this person had told me, as well–it was general knowledge in the department. It wasn’t anybody’s ‘bad’ that this conversation happened, but it did remind me that rumors sound so much more vicious sometimes than the reality. However, I also ended up telling ‘Amy Lane’ stories to one of my classes… I was trying to explain how I had managed to alienate most of my administrators–and how much of it is my fault, really, for not accepting the fouled up world for what it is. The kids laughed, and I found myself, in the interest of honesty, telling them that my confidence had been shot to hell last year, and I probably wouldn’t be able to do these outrageous things anymore.

“I’m not that brave anymore,” I told them.

“You’ll be again, someday,” they told me.

And my colleagues wonder why I value student opinion.

But that was 3rd period. By 6th period, I’d had to kick out one kid per class to restore order after my absence. The problem with human behavior is that there’s always a flip-side.

(Mr. Postman, look and see…if there’s a card or a letter for me…)

And then I got home. And you know the rest–it was all good from there:-)