Mind Wandering Wednesday.

I have class on Wednesday...I get home late on Wednesday...My mind doesn't work on Wednesday...You only get bullet points on Wednesday...blah, blah, blah. We all know the drill by now, right? May 9th and the end of this graduate course are fast approaching, but not nearly fast enough for me and my desire to get my Wednesdays back. But it is what it is. So here's your mid-week update in all its meandering lack of cohesion:

*To the dude who was tailgating me on the way home: gosh, it was certainly interesting to have you as a passenger in my truck tonight. As a single gal who is something of a loner, it was a new experience to share my ride with someone for a change. Who knew you could fit your whole car in my backseat? And that maneuver you were doing? The one where you had to hastily jerk your little vehicle onto the shoulder in order to avoid ramming me each time I tapped the brake? Very well executed! I had hoped, however, that your time in the ditch might afford you a view of the traffic in front of me and helped you to understand that I was unable to go any faster than they were, but I guess your attention was devoted to counting the hair follicles on the back of my head at that point. I'm glad you have a hobby. I'm sure that it will come in handy after your horrific car crash when you are in traction for all those months.

*I have noticed that I always seem to have a "flat hair day" just in time for parent/teacher conferences. I don't know if this is coincidence or a clearly connected event. I'm applying for a grant to study the phenomenon. I think this information could be of great use to teachers everywhere as they struggle through a ten hour day.

*The Anti-Knitter in whose class I sit for two or three hours per day in order that I might monitor the behavior of a student, is expecting his second baby in June. I am wondering if it would offend him if I knit a baby sweater. He Who Made The Snide Comments About Knitting Circles in our Wednesday night class is not deserving of my handknit goodness, but I don't see any reason to punish the child. Besides, I think that the giving of the knitwear might counteract his effect on the wee one. I'm still thinking it through...I've got a couple of months to ponder. If nothing else, it will amuse me to think of her wearing a knitted sweater.

*To the commenter who asked if I have more than one wheel or if I am switching between the standard flyer and the WooLee Winder, you got it on the second guess. I have but one bobbin for the WW so I only use it for plying at this point. My love for this handy gadget is inspiring me to save my pennies and buy a billion or so more bobbins for it. 'Tis truly a miracle machine!

*Driving home in full sunlight tonight was weird!!! The effect was made almost surreal by the presence of the snowbanks which have no business coexisting with the summery sunshine at six o'clock in the p.m.

*It is difficult to ponder the wonder of snowbanks in sunlight when one's truck is continuing to have intermittent seizures. Things are slowly improving, but I still have to yell at it every ten miles or so just to make sure it behaves. I'm pretty sure that this is helpful. I feel better, if nothing else.

*I seem to have had some sort of a blackout during class tonight and volunteered to develop a survey of some sort for my group project. This is not like me. I am not one to volunteer for extra work. But when I came to, I was being congratulated for my willingness to step up to the plate and give of my time for the good of all. I may have had some sort of Good Samaritan Seizure, though it is more likely that I dozed off during yet another endless discussion that fails to result in any real progress. But I can't exactly go back on the commitment now...I will be busier this weekend than I had planned.


Those are the highlights, folks. You got your typical Wednesday night Sheep with the buzzing brain and the half-mast eyes who is questioning how she managed to get through another marathon day and looking forward to the weekend. Even a weekend that means the crafting of another paper...

And that is saying something!

SA