Saturday, January 13, 2007

Retreat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday didn't get off to a very good start. It had the potential as it was a half-day for students and the kick-off to a three day weekend. I even had two of my more challenging kidlets opt to take the day off so it should have been like Christmas, Halloween and Be Kind To Sheep Day all rolled into one. But it all fell apart pretty quickly.

I somehow managed to find myself smack in the middle of a good, old fashioned hollerin' match between two colleagues by simply attempting to touch base with one of those colleagues and plan for my activities in his classroom that day. In the interest of professionalism, we'll not go into detail, but it was a Clash Of The Titans. And I, being new to the building and not knowing some of the finer points of the social system, managed to throw a very small, but highly combustible, bit of fuel on this fire by simply not understanding that these two hold an uneasy truce on the best of days.

As the battle raged, I did what any mature, reasonable woman would do. I froze with my mouth agape, all the while clutching the composition book I use for note taking to my bosom, looking for all the world like a frightened maiden of yore. The teacher to whom I was speaking kept returning to me to continue our conversation, only to be drawn back in by his adversary time after time. I finally managed to unlock my knees long enough to take two steps backwards then turn and flee. In doing so, I nearly took out one of my teaching assistants who, upon hearing the ruckus, had approached to either save me or determine where to set up the bleachers and concession stands for this event. I'm unclear which...

I fled to relative safety, followed by my entrepreneurial staff person and grabbed my coffee mug for comfort. In breathless tones, I began to share with him the events leading up to the current, "situation" in the hallway. Suddenly, I heard a break in the action followed by the sound of a teacher on crutches making his way towards our hiding place. (yeah...for those of you up on the events of my life, it was that guy) Next, we hear, "Where is she?" The colleague with whom I began this drama had now decided it was time to finish our conversation as we'd been attempting to do in the first place and put this unpleasantness behind us.

Now this posed something of a problem. You see, at this point, I was sort of in a hall closet. I'm just going to let you sit with that image for a minute...

It's not actually as bad as it sounds. It's not like I picked the lock on the custodian's supply closet and was cowering behind the paper towels or anything. This is a small space where we keep the microwave and store the paper. But, I'm still hiding in a closet and there is the potential for looking a little silly. I could have rather handily solved this problem by simply strolling out with a steaming, freshly irradiated bagel or a couple of reams of graph paper, but I wasn't really all that quick on the uptake at that juncture. I also could have remained hidden except for a.) all Mr. Teacher had to do was turn the corner in order to ascertain my location which he was going to do anyway because b.) my teaching assistant was standing in full view while he got the low down from me on the whole situation and I couldn't quite justify allowing him to look like he was just talking to himself and c.) a very small part of this conflict, and I do mean small, came about due to Mr. Teacher's sorta-kinda defending my honor. I owed him the courtesy of pretending that everything was just fine and that naught but love and joy reigned in our hallowed halls.

But, you can bet your sweet bippy that I avoided that little stretch of hallway for the remainder of the day. Because a really good retreat is a thing of beauty and you don't mess it up by returning to the field of battle when you can cower in a closet.

Meanwhile, it looks like my knitting has become something of a retreat for me as well. Last night, I finished up yet another pair of socks.



Socks That Rock...They Really Do!

And I love 'em!!!!!
I made it to the finish line with yarn to spare, but not a whole heck of a lot. I sweated these right up until I started the toe decreases, at which point I knew I was going to make it. I prefer a longer sock so I went with the 8" cuff. They're knit in Socks That Rock's Fire On The Mountain and came to me courtesy of Trek. I suspect she may be an STR pusher. You know how it goes: your dealer gives you that first taste for free and then you're hooked! These are sturdy socks that can almost stand on their own. But the firm yarn also has a nice, "give" to it and your foot feels all cushy. I should know. I've been wearing these all day today.
As this is my second pair of completed socks in about a month's time, you'd think I'd be ready to try for something else. You know...switch it up a little. Nope. I've cast on for another pair. Perhaps you are thinking, "Well, I'm sure she's at least trying another pattern. We've seen these same socks about nine billion times now." Sorry. Same plain pattern. I like it. It's simple, comforting, familiar...it's a retreat from potentially conflictual knitting. I have a plethora of sock yarn right now thanks to some very generous donations and I'm sort of fascinated by how they each work up just a little differently despite using the same boring old pattern.
What can I say? It's, "comfort knitting." And I'm getting pretty good at knitting these particular socks. I can almost do them with my eyes closed.
Which is good because it can get dark in the closet...
SA

14 comments:

trek said...

Beautiful socks there, Sheepie.

And if you liked that yarn, you can get more by visiting http://www.bluemoonfiberarts.com.

Lazuli said...

Your socks look great! I'm glad you surived the clash of the titans unscathed. ;-)

Julie said...

Your socks are beautiful! I love knitting and wearing the plain ole sock. I like to do a patterned sock every now and then, but I do love the mindless, relaxing knitting of the plain ole.

jennifleury said...

Me and my sweet bippy both love your socks. Between Cara and Trek, there won't be anybody left on the planet who hasn't experienced STR and that includes both infants and political prisoners in third world countries.

Anne said...

NICE socks! Nothing better after a hard day on the front lines than putting on a comfy pair of hand-knit ones!!

Wendy said...

I love Socks that Rock! I just finished a pair in Rare Gem and cast on for another pair in Mustang Sally. Hope things get better at work.

Beth said...

I love your socks and your story. Especially the bit about your co-worker setting up bleachers and a concession stand. Oh yeah, and the part where you hid in the closet. :)

Lorraine said...

Ohhh! I am so anxious to cast on with my new STR. The socks are sooooo loverly. If putting them on doesn't soothe all the daily angst, there is no hope for world peace.

Sing with me now, "What the world needs now is Socks That Rock. That's the only thing that there's just too little of . . ."

April said...

Sheepie, you are a sock knitting genius - those are gorgeous! My socks never fit that well.

Bobbi said...

I've been known to flee the scene of confrontations before too! I hate work drama.

what pattern are you using for your socks?

Teri S. said...

A three-day weekend! Yippee! The next official three-day weekend for me isn't until Memorial Day. At least the traffic will be light on Monday.

The socks are simply beautiful! The plain, simple pattern shows off the yarn, and isn't that what good yarn is all about? I've been trolling the Blue Moon site and signed up for the Sock Club wait list. There are probably a million people in front of me, but what the heck? A girl can dream, can't she?

Cathy said...

There's nuttin better then socks you can knit in the depth of a closet. Especially socks that require no ironing and a closet that requires no fixing.

brenda said...

I knit a pair of jaywalkers out of the same color STR and I love them! Yours look great. Happy long weekend :-)

Sheila said...

Great socks, oh Sheepish One.
Office politics....don't miss that about the working world, although I'm still recovering from a wild night of Bunco played at a neighbor's on Thursday. I try and stay out of it all too, but sometimes there you are, right smack in the middle of it all!
Watch out for Trek....there's no shame in her game!