So, I’m back at home. Trying to write. Writing. Catching up on some sleep and relaxation. And I don’t know why I’m compelled to write about being at home, but I am.
You see, I spent my high school years plotting my escape. Our guidance counselor told us not to worry about college: it was too expensive, took too long, and didn’t prepare you for any kind of job we could get. I went anyway. So did most of my friends. Because the only thing to do in town was leave.
Although not surprised, I was saddened to find out that my high school has the highest per capita drop-out rate in the state of Washington. We’re a pretty small town with two relatively small high schools. My alma mater is one of the 22 drop-out “factories” in the state. 40% of freshmen don’t graduate. This is not good.
I shouldn’t be lucky to have gotten out. But I am. And that is what I can never communicate to the majority of my students in the Ivy League. It makes me sad. That’s all.
Just a little cat blogging to get through the evening.
More shawl progress to share, but no picture. So some sweet Alice in Konstanz instead. How I miss my kitty and our happy, sunny apartment on the top floor.
… it’s not sabotage. (And, anyway, I’m listening to The Kinks.)
But still: this Jitterbug stuff is pretty nice, though a bit of a distraction from the reading and the typing and the quotations and the citations.
I have been ignoring this shawl lately. Not in favor of a shiny new project — I’m still on the prowl for something to blow my mind in that department — but just on account of pure sloth. It’s reached the very-long-row stage and after lavishing attention on it during a car trip to Walla Walla, Washington (yes, it’s real), I was kind of ready for a break. Luckily, the siren song of Vincent’s Apron lured me back to the fold.
Unfortunately, the way things are shaping up, I’m afraid I’ll have an awkward amount left over. Oh well, a small price to pay.
p.s. The weather is lovely here, but I miss my blue table. And my kitty.