Making Time To Knit

November 7, 2014

Phew…what a week! Sunday night, I got a math quiz score I never wanted to see, ever. I’m getting an A in this class, and I can’t even stretch it or squeeze it to make it okay. It was NOT OK. My poor James suffered the brunt of my disappointment and cursing as I dug in for a Sunday night of doing all the problems provided in the chapter. He also got to put up with me losing it over wrong answers in the back of the book as I checked my work. One of the answers is one I’ve had to memorize for my current job, and I pay often when I’m dealing Black Jack. I knew the answer. I know math books have errors in them. I just hate it when they do. In addition, about ten problems later, the answer to the problem I needed was the same as the next answer. I was back to spitting mad and not gonna take it anymore. Poor James.

011Perhaps I should have been knitting a sock.

Moving on, I had a podiatrist appointment Tuesday afternoon, requiring daylight activity. So, I drove to the podiatrist that afternoon, and ended up with a shot in the foot that made me want to kick things, but there was a needle in my foot. Somehow, rationality prevailed, barely. Then my foot was taped up by the nurse, and I was told to keep the dressing dry for three days. Note to self: next time, shower before you go to the podiatrist. I then voted and went to class. Finally, I came home to do some more homework, and somewhere in there, I decided to teach second grade on Wednesday, in order to partially make up for taking Tuesday off.

Where’s the knitting you say? I promise, I got to it. See, it really has been a long week. Once I got a nap, I made some lunch/dinner of red beans and rice so James would have some food. Then I saran wrapped my foot and ankle, and secured the wrap with intertwined hair ties and tucked cotton pads in the edge to keep as much water out as possible; it worked. I was relieved to have clean hair once again, not to mention the rest of me. Since you don’t want to know any more, let me get back to my week. 

001Looks like it’s Squib’s turn to help mom knit.    

Thursday came, and with it the class of the ill-fated quiz. I had questions left and right for the instructor. I decided I was asking for two of everything example. She brought in a different math book, with some real life applications, like why two cups of oatmeal with a cup of water does not make three cups, but makes about 2 and a quarter cups of oatmeal. I can relate to oatmeal, I like oatmeal. I confirmed the title, author and edition of the book and decided I would purchase it.

Side note here: I’m getting an A in this class. I get math. I miss little details here and there, but I know math. Some days, I have to teach this stuff. And unless I know I don’t know it, like trigonometry, I teach it to the best of my ability. And the examples of algebra are enough to walk me through it and remember what I have previously accomplished in high school and college. Now, add a little chemistry in there, and apparently I’m lost. Though I get scientific concepts. Part of the issue was the book, part of it was likely the instruction. I’ll even give that ten percent is attention to detail. The whole class had a rough time; rough enough the quiz ended up being thrown out. Thank goodness.

004Zeus, snuggling in while I knit…

So, I came home from math class with a sense of relief and less confusion, a plan for the next computerized quiz, as well as a plan to purchase a book in the morning when my check is deposited. I finished the quiz, made Cribbic (Chicken rice broccoli cheddar casserole) I was planning on to use the chicken, and decided to make time to knit. I began with row one of eight, and decided some days I just need this. I need the repetitive action of a reasonably laid out pattern that isn’t terribly hard to follow, and the yarn in my fingers. I enjoy the curious kitties as Squib decides to inspect the point protectors and Zeus climbs up to settle between me and the knitting. I enjoy Scamp resting next to my knitting bag in row seven of eight as Squib climbs on the computer desk to sneak the recipes I left there and play with them.

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Squib where he shouldn’t be; Scamp sleeping next to my knitting

I thought this was a two way street, Scamp. Squib keeps you entertained while I knit; you keep Squib entertained. Scamp decided she’d rather nap. I decided to finish this section of knitting, so I didn’t have to remember beyond 70 stitches which row I was working on. After knitting 560 stitches, I remind myself: I knit, I design quilts, I’m buying the better math book, I can get this. And I decide it’s okay to relax tonight. I have a busy enough time coming up over the next month. I’ll have to make time to knit even more then, as the repetitive action and the yarn sliding through my fingers certainly helps me calm down. And that can be as important as getting work done.

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Ahh…progress can be relaxation…

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