I've written about three different blog posts in the past week and none of them seemed particularly interesting to me, so I just didn't post anything.

On Monday, I typed transcription reports. I was supposed to attend a meeting Monday night (with the husband), but the husband convinced me to phone in my report and stay home. Our big fire department auction is coming up in three weeks. We have every-other-Monday night meetings beginning the last Monday in January. By March, we have meetings every single Monday night. This year it just seems like overkill. We all know what our jobs are, and for me to drive 20 minutes to report that I have nothing to report seems a bit silly to me. I don't like meetings just for the sake of meetings, especially when my daughter says to me, "Did you realize that you are gone every single night this week?"

On Tuesday, I typed transcription reports. Late Tuesday afternoon I went to Camas Creek because I had three private lessons lined up. Two were outgrowths of my UFO class last Saturday. The first lady was a newbie knitter who needed a little bit of handholding. The second lady was there because of something *I* screwed up in her project: She came to Saturday's class with the pieces of a baby sweater that just needed to be sewn together. I noticed that she had two left fronts, so I had her take one out and re-knit it. Then we sewed the shoulders and she picked up and knit the neckband. Alas, when we sewed the shoulders together, I neglected to realize that the bottoms of the front pieces were also shaped, and that I had put the sweater together backwards. Duh. So she came back and we took the sweater apart and put it back together the correct way.

I have spatial perception problems. I know this, but usually the only person I manage to inconvenience is myself. She was very gracious about it. To top it off, though, I accidentally scooped her size 3 16" circular into my knitting bag and took it home with me. I have to return it to her today.

On Wednesday, I typed transcription reports. I finished at 11:00 a.m. and was so happy that I decided to reward myself by cleaning the bathroom (I just haven't had time for some of this stuff). Then the phone rang—it was the school. I had forgotten that I promised to come in for the secretary and watch the office that afternoon, so I hastily threw on some nicer clothes and dashed up to the school. I came home, made dinner, then went to ANOTHER meeting.

On Thursday, I did not type any transcription reports. Instead, I left the house at 8:00 a.m. and went to town to run errands, including a stop for a much-needed haircut and eyebrow wax. I got home at 4:30, threw together dinner for the husband and me, then went to our regular monthly fire department meeting. Arrggghhh. Fortunately, the husband is the president of the firefighters association. He hates meetings as much as I do, so he keeps them short and to the point.

Yesterday I typed transcription reports until mid-afternoon, then stopped. I finally sat down in my knitting chair and worked on the top-down sweater project. It had been languishing beside my chair because it had gotten to a point—grafting the undersides of the sleeves together—where I needed to have a block of uninterrupted time to get it done. I watched the earthquake coverage (how terrible) and grafted the sleeves together. Finally!—it's at a point again where I can work on it in the evenings (or at least the evenings when I am not at a meeting). After I finished the grafting, I mixed up a batch of tortilla dough and spent the next hour rolling out and frying 24 tortillas because I wanted to make burritos for dinner.

The husband and I have been trying—unsuccessfully—to watch a documentary about food on Netflix. We started watching it late Wednesday afternoon, but then my mother called. I talked to her for a while and then I had to leave for my meeting. The husband said he would wait until I got home to watch the rest of it. I came home from my meeting. No sooner had we turned it on than he got a medical call and had to leave. He came home from the first medical call, but just as I turned on the TV, he got a second medical call and had to leave again. I gave up. On Thursday night I was just too tired. Last night we turned it on and got about halfway through when DD#1 called us and wanted to video chat, so we turned it off and visited with her for a while. We turned it back on and then the phone rang. It was someone who wanted to "talk" to the husband about joining the fire department. He was on the phone for 20 minutes (I could tell it was painful for him) and I had no idea how long the guy on the other end was going to want to jabber away, so I gave up and went to bed. Maybe tonight we will get to finish watching it. Or not.

I didn't want to have to run to town today, but DD#2's saxophone needs to be fixed, and I have to return my student's size 3 needle to her. But when I get home, I will most likely type transcription reports. Oh, and clean the bathroom.

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I am going to Iowa in May! I am excited about this because Iowa is one of the 10 remaining states in the country I have not been to (the others being Hawaii, New Mexico, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Louisiana, South Dakota, Vermont, and Mississippi). I will be teaching for the Des Moines Knitting Guild the weekend of May 21-22.

And for those of you wondering about the Maryland classes, I am still working on those. I hope to have dates and locations soon.

It feels good to be teaching knitting again.