Mrs. R was a patient woman who coached me through five years of adult piano lessons. Sage quips rolled off her tongue, salve for my frustration and disappointment. It was her notion that “there is a season for everything” that had the strongest stick-value, and I hope she would be flattered to know that I…
Category: Teaching
Kaleidoscope, part I
I haven’t been napping. Honest. It’s just that ever since last September, week after week my time has been dominated by class planning. Teaching new courses will do that, apparently. The lack of personal creative exercise has felt like a slow suffocation of my spirit, but I finally grabbed control of the situation and started…
The full confession
It’s messy but it’s mine. All mine. I’ve been fighting a state of analysis-paralysis for days, which followed the syllabus nightmare. No, I’m not joking. Christmas night the anxiety kicked in and I woke up convinced I’d failed to get my syllabi completed and in to the department head on time. Well, that deadline has…
Knitting as Meditation and a Vision Board Surprise
I can’t believe it’s close to a month since I last wrote to you. What negligence and with each day that has passed since the end of December, my embarrassment has grown, throwing me into communication-paralysis. After meeting all of the new end-of-semester obligations as a first-time adjunct, there was Christmas to make happen at…
Joy Comes in All Sizes
Am I clothespin obsessed? Or is it just miniatures that launch my inner clock into reverse at a helter-skelter pace? It occurs to me that I should have given you a photo that shows their scale. They are about 1″ long. Just perfect for hanging doll clothes or Joy Cards. What if I glued one to a thumb tack…
New gig and a Knitalong
I was swept away with the knitalong excitement over on the Spud & Chloe blog and just had to join in the fun. But first I had to wait for my yummy watermelon yarn to come in the mail. Then there was the obligatory but somewhat tedious gauge swatch. So glad I took the time for…