Chicken Little Hooks

I got a memo from Department Of Why Don't You Try Putting All This In Perspective today.  Apparently, I need to start practicing the fine art of sucking it up.  Things could be worse.  

Sure, I may have missed out on on the knitting yesterday because of the need to impose some belated money management and deal with the bank.  I may have had to perform this act of fiscal responsibility while riding my exercise bike, thereby combining my two least favorite things: math and cardio.  I also may have had to watch several of my colleagues get swept away in the tidal wave of budget cuts swamping our school district and spend a portion of my own teaching day jumping like I'd heard a gunshot every time the intercom squawked at me.  You never can tell in these times of hardship.  Every meeting, every phone call....it  could be the one where you hear that it's your head on the block.  But, things could still be worse.

For example, I could be the teacher in one of our other schools who happened to look up and notice that the ceiling in her classroom was looking a little "bulbous" yesterday.  

I could be the superintendent of schools who had to get the call from the fire department informing him that many, many beams which are responsible for holding up the school are cracked from trying to bear up the weight of the roof plus ninety million pounds of snow.

I could be the parents who are stuck at home with their children because the school is now condemned.  

For that matter, I could be any one of the other teachers in that building who will be relocated along with their children as of Friday and are trying to pull together something resembling an educational experience while getting settled into other school buildings in the district.

See?  It could be way worse.  I still have a job and the ceiling hasn't fallen on my head.  At least, it hasn't to date.  We are getting more of the snow and ice tonight so I suppose anything is possible.  I'm going to camp out firmly on the positive side of things, though.  I shall go boldly forth into my teaching day tomorrow fully expecting the roof to remain aloft.  It's too easy to let stuff get to you.  You gotta believe the roof will hold.  

Of course, I still didn't knit today.  That particular activity didn't seem to appeal to me.  But, fear not!  In celebration of ceilings that stay where they belong, I did, in fact, make yarn do stuff.  I crocheted.  

I'm practicing making some sort of net.  A little something I can suspend over my desk just in case the ceiling does decide to do something gravity-related.  It's one thing to think positively.  

It's another to live dangerously.

SA