That’s horrible! Hope she feels better and he learns his lesson. But… that’s kids. My cousin Billy broke his sister’s arm when he accidentally jumped on it on a trampoline… unknown to her parents, my cousin Cami got out her baseball bat to play with it with some friends, but apparently not in the standard way, and somehow got a concussion - nobody’s giving the parents details on this… I knocked my brother into a table and his head got knocked open and he had to get stitches. Live and learn, I guess.
I hope you have a better day in the future. Will you be able to discuss with your boss in the future and have the knitting thing re-evaluated? Some people just don’t understand that 1. you CAN knit and pay attention at the same time. AND 2. Sometimes having something to do with your hands is important to keeping your mind on task. Especially since you are reliable at doing hands-on work as needed.
I am usually able to focus very well without anything to do with my hands, but when I get too stressed I need something to do in order to expend that energy, otherwise I can’t focus. In class, doodling usually works (there is a correlation between my stress level and the type or pattern of the doodle, in fact) but once I tried using knitting instead (and it was far less distracting than the detail-obsessed artwork I was creating in my notes at the time)… and my parents reamed me when they found out. I’m almost entirely certain that my teachers were OK with it, because any of them would have mentioned it to me before going to my parents… but one of them might have mentioned it in passing.
So, I obviously survived Chicago. First off, I had a great time with my friend. And, I found out that her best friend, Andrew, has a friend who goes to my school… and that the friend, Ashley, actually sits beside me in two of my classes. Anyway, we went shopping and watched movies and stayed up until 3 am talking about boys, travel, and school. Sunday, we went to Palm Sunday mass at the Basilica, which was absolutely beautiful. She promises to come and visit me if I move to Duluth.
On the other hand - next time I have to drive through Chicago, my dad is not invited. He did OK riding on the way TO South Bend (and traffic was heavy but not as bad as St. Paul was, in either direction), but on the way home… See, I like space in front of me. “Up your speed a little and close that gap, and people won’t pull in front of you.” “That’s not the point, dad, the point is to give them space to pull in front of me without cutting off my bumper.” “Well, you can go a little faster anyway.” “The car in front of me isn’t going any faster, and I like enough space that I won’t hit them if they slam on the breaks.” “You could pass them.” “I don’t want to pass them. I’m comfy right here, and the guy behind me can pass us both if he wants to go faster.” “Don’t slow down! The car in front of you won’t hit you, but the car behind you might.” Thank you, Cpt. Obvious, “I’m not worried about the car in front of me hitting me, I’m worried about ME hitting THEM,” duh.
Then, it started to hail. yay, so now the road is covered in little balls of ice (AND IT IS HAILING ON MY BRAND NEW CAR!), so I do the intelligent thing (along with every other car on the road) and slow down from about 70 to about 50. “Don’t slow down, don’t put on your brakes!” Gee, Dad, lets think about this. Should I slow down and go the speed of traffic, or should I swerve around all these horribly cautious drivers and kill as many as I can in the process? Also, I was COVERING the break, not even touching it, which is an intelligent thing to do when traffic is slowing down - not every time my foot twitches am I slamming on the brakes. “Look, either you trust me to handle this without killing anyone, or you really ought to be the one driving… but you are not helping matters by trying to drive from over there.” Fortunately, that got him just annoyed enough to shut up, which is a delicate balance with my dad (he and I have loud tempers), and he cooled down when we got to the next rest stop where we had previously agreed he would take over driving.
So, home now, yay!
Do you have snow there like we do? This is crazy in April. Oh and I meant to say I am reading The Boleyn Inheritance right now and liking it.
The good news is, I sat around there for so long that I made lots of progress on Jennifer’s drop-stitch scarf! It’s about 3 ft long now, so I guess another 2-3 feet should do it. I’m not sure how much it will stretch when I block it. Hopefully I can hit the LYS today at lunch to get yarn for the hanky for my friend’s baby.
too because Grandma fell sometime last night, or ran into something or who knows & today she has a very swollen face. doesn’t remember anything, including the carpet people leaving (she got the house recarpeted yesterday) and when she woke this am she noticed there was barf on the carpet by her bed. Mom (RN) is sitting with her now & they have an 11:10 appointment today to see how she is. I’m scared she has a concussion, or clot or something. Not like her at all. I hope the “workers” didnt’ hurt her. Hope no one was offended by that name above. They didn’t speak english & were definately straight up from Mexico. Makes me so mad, but that’s another story.