I’m not sure what I was doing all last week. I was training for my new job (Yeah!), substitute teaching, and recall going to another appointment, I think. I have no recollection of what it was, where it was, or why it happened. Maybe I just needed to get out of the house. Maybe the knitting happened during a training video.

I did attend my niece’s band concert that Sunday. I did knit in public…I made good progress on this shawl. The when and where of working on it bugs me, because I did leave off mid row at one point (I’m wondering if that’s from the week before), or if I’m just imagining things. It could go either way. I’m just a girl, recovering from a tough beginning of the year trying to make everything work. I got through most of it unscathed. The knitting occasionally went to the backburner.

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However, I knew I’d be talking to people, so I took the shawl (that’s taking forever to knit). I’m most of the way through skein four. Yet, part of me knows it’s three to more rows (at least) until I move onto skein five. Now I have a decision to make…Do I continue increasing with the fifth skein or do I finish skein four, start decreasing and make a matching hat, scarf and mitt set? Choices, choices. I may just have to see how the shawl wraps around me soon.

The End of an Era…

May 2, 2019

The sock is still in the works. And now it’s taken to falling off the needles at almost regular intervals. I think I need better needles, or some school-age complaining terms.

In the meantime, it’s a bittersweet day. I just attended my last final exam, in which the coursework was all turned in last week, and I did my reading last week. So, I was attending mostly for the food and to hear a few people read their own work. It’s also a requirement of the class.

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Back of the sock…

This was for poetry class. We’re a bit sentimental as it is. Some of our students were published in Third Wednesday this year, too; which was very exciting for them.  However, my instructor recalled one of my more belabored poems which nearly opened me up and laid me bare. And he mentioned how graduation is a special moment, and it all hits you at once.

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Front of the sock…

I get it. It started earlier this week, as it has all been bittersweet. But today, it reared its head even more, and every little thing left me wanting to cry. This degree is twenty-five years in the making, essentially, rather than a standard four, five, or ten years. It is quite special to me. And my last moments was that of an instructor praising my work. This is part of what I hoped for in returning to school four (or five) years ago. It still leaves its own sense of loss that I cannot explain. I want to be excited about the future, but everything is up in the air.

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Front of the sock in the right shade of green…yes, these are the same sock.

I want to be glad I’m not, but I’m looking for ways back in through graduate school and possibly teaching others to do what I’ve done, or better. In the meantime, I may get a little more time for knitting or quilting…but I have to work and hope other things work out as well. Wish me luck and until next week,

Happy Knitting!