Probably, but I figured that if I hadn’t seen this until today, maybe some of you haven’t seen it either. Sneezing Panda. Pure cuteness.
Only a little bit of knitting happening lately. Still working on the Toothpaste Liesl. It’s coming along s-l-o-w-l-y. I was a little distracted by the two new books that arrived on my doorstep.
I bought Custom Knits, by Wendy Bernard and French Girl Knits, by Kristeen Griffin-Grimes for $1.86, thanks to some giftcards from Borders. Lots and lots of beautiful ideas and patterns in these two books, but I’ve promised myself I won’t cast on for anything until I’ve finished my current projects. Or most of them. A few of them. Maybe one.
There’s a dark cloud over my knitting right now. It’s report card time again – a major time suck. I’m also in the process of applying to a Literacy Specialist certification program (which will enable me to have an additional certificate to teach remedial reading and language arts). The application process alone has me writing an essay and doing a resume, both of which are things I haven’t had to do in a long, long time. I’ve spent hours and hours on this 2-page, double-spaced, size 12 font essay and I still can’t let it go. Every time I think it’s done, I’ll talk with someone else who will remind me of yet another buzzword-of-the-moment that I should throw in. Painful. The program, if I’m accepted, will take 13 months, the first of which is in July – Monday through Friday from 9 to 2. A friend who went through the program told me that the first July was brutal, with a nightly reading assignment and response paper. A paper every day. Every day. I’m a little scared. After that it’ll get easier – nothing in August and then one Saturday a month from September to June, ending with another solid July. I know I can do it but I’m already uptight about all of the free time I’ll be giving up. I might not be able to knit much, but I’ll be sure to hold a ball of yarn in my lap as I read and write. It’ll be worth it in the end. Really. I’m pretty sure.
Before I cut out to write about how my third graders are a pleasure to have in class, I need to take another moment. Too much of this happening lately.
On Friday, January 23rd, we lost my Uncle Eddie. He was my mother’s brother – the eldest of four children and the only male. He was one of the good ones. Selfless. Gentle. Kind. Sweet. Generous. Calm. Adorable. He almost made it to his 90th birthday. (This is the place where my mom would want me to tell you that she’s his much younger sister.) We’ll all miss him. A lot. Forever.