When Knitting Was a Manly Art

It’s been more than a week since I last posted and to be truthful, there’s not much to post about now. Knitting has come to a complete standstill. I’m absolutely bored with the scarves, I *really* want to get the feather and fan shawl started again, but tinking back multiple decreases (both SSK and Ktog) in very dark yarn with less than optimum eyesight has become a very frustrating experience and I need *something* to catch my imagination.

We’re still short handed at the restaurant and I’m working crazy hours and still not getting fulltime. The first pass at next weeks schedule had me work 6 of 7 days. I could use the hours (the schedule would have put me over 40 hours for the first time since I started), but I’ve gotten used to regular days off and I had something scheduled. It ended up getting worked out, but that’s the way things are right now.

Weather has been kind of hard too. Too much snow and too low of temperatures has meant more than a week of very slippery drives home in the late evenings, though things have moderated over the past couple of days and finally *most* of the ice has disappeared.

My first culinary class is next saturday and I’m really looking forward to it. If I was 30 years younger and a few dollars richer, I’d probably be seriously looking at a career change. As it stands, I’m going to take the classes with only the expectation of helping me be a better cook and let the chips fall where they may. As much as I’d like to believe that age discrimination is a thing of the past, my personal experience is that it’s very much alive, just disguised in layers of obfustication. My skills and work ethics are appreciated in my current job and though the pay is kind of low, I think I’ll just stick with what I’ve got for now.

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