The mantel is staged for fall, along with the rest of the house. I am woefully unprepared for what comes next (which would be Thanksgiving and the C word). Where did the summer GO? Temps here are delightful and crisp and it has become obvious that sweaters will be next on the rapidly moving forward agenda.
It is a good thing that Wisteria is ALMOST DONE! WOO HOO!!!!!!!! I'm just getting ready to do the cabling section on that second sleeve! 38 rows of cable joy, even though each and every row is completely different. I'm grateful that the sleeves are only 45 stitches and not the body of the sweater! Is she not gorgeous?
The VP debate is on tonight and I have to say that I can't remember a time since I've been a voting American when there was such anticipation! I love the political guy (whose name I can't recall) who said that he is not only excited to watch the debate but that if he could be there in the front row he would crawl on his belly under a barbed wire fence without a shirt! Totally cracked me up. I would not go that far but suffice it to say that the schedule has been cleared for 8 cst, I'll be there with a bowl of popcorn (a little to eat, a little to throw!)
My parting comment is on the kids of America, or at least some of those in the city here. I had the opportunity to sub on Monday for 7th and 8th graders. At the end of the day I drove home in tears! When did it become acceptable to use the f word to ANY adult much less your teacher? I was totally shocked, and the situation went rather rapidly downhill! When did it become okay to let kids pretty much do what they wanted in class because you have no control over them? (and I don't mean just substitutes) When oh when did it become okay to be a big fat loser in school? I was shocked, saddened and frankly had to take a few days to compose myself to even consider subbing again this year in this district. When we want warm bodies in the classroom who can do nothing other than release kids to high school having done the bare minimum required by law (not because they do not wish to do more) that is sad. What the bloody hell does that mean for all of us who will require this generation of kids to not only be responsible adults but to make decisions to care for us when we are elderly? Sobering, very sobering.
I knit on....................