Okay Now What

So all of my life I knew that I was going to be the one in the family that went on to get an advanced education. I was talked to about this from the time I was 4 on. Well, one grandmother was convinced I would be a nun, but I think my adolescent antics unconvinced her of that. So, I went to grad school and got my Ph.D. Now that I am done and I am teaching at a University, I am sitting here wondering if there was a bit of a flaw in my plan. It reminds me a bit of the South Park episode with the underpants gnomes. Stage 1 get doctorate. Stage 2 ???????, Stage 3 retire. I think I missed an integral part of my life planning. Well really I missed about 35 years of the plan. Has anyone else had this experience.

I am sorry to all those with good grammar.

I am sorry if you have good grammar and you are reading this. It is the end of the semester and I have lost the ability to write. Okay. I am seriously excited in this moment. It may be partially due to the life water I have drank or it could be becuase the semester is over and I can start writing. (Check out my grammatically incorrect run on sentence.) Yeah. I am free to write articles. Does anyone else notice the odd paradoxical idea here.

The sadness I am having is that I just got the Elizabeth Zimmerman book Knitting without Tears. As I am reading along and enjoying the way she uses her words, I notice a picture that threw me for a loop. I have been knitting for awhile. I thought I was doing pretty well. Guess what! I have been purling wrong since I learned. I am a continental knitter and the way I pick up the thread creates backwards knitting. So I tried to knit the way she says and my Purl gauge goes way off in comparison to my knitting gauge. Crap I have to relearn how to purl and do a few swatches to get it down. Double crap. Oh well I need coasters any way and since the semester is over I have more time. I can make the swatches while I am taking breaks from writing. Again that thought is just so wrong.