in bullets ...
* Last night I spent a great deal of time knitting four rows of the border of my latest shawl, tinking (that's unknitting them, one stitch.at.a.time), and knitting them again. I ended the evening at the precise point at which I'd begun, only with more hurty wrists.
* You know you have Steiner children in your carpool when the Grade Six kid in the back smacks his hand to his forehead and groans OMG I forgot my knitting.
* You know your teenager attends a Steiner school when he excitedly tells you his classroom now has lockers just like the schools in the movies and when you say What, battered grey metal with locks and keys? he replies Well, no. Wooden, sort of rounded, with nice curved handles and all smelling of beeswax.
* Remember how the little kids have a list of things to look out for on the morning school commute, which together determine the awesomeness factor of the day to come? We have an exciting new addition - If the goat is IN the tree, the day is going to be SPECTACULAR OMG.
* Last week my place of employ had a rather Important Do, with lots of local and interstate dignitaries present and more academic regalia than you could poke a stick at (including a mace. Cool). I spotted only two people asleep - one in the audience front row and the other, interestingly, up on the stage. Well, those robes are quite hot I suppose. Anyway it was quite entertaining, especially that moment when the senior visiting dignitary had an attack of the giggles right at The Big Moment. There was an altogether more unfortunate moment when the cameras caught a gentleman exploring the interior of his nostril, and flashed it up on the big screen. I wonder if that'll make the Christmas party reel.
* Next week I have to attend one of those hideous all day seminars in which we are expected to 'workshop' and 'brainstorm' and 'network'. With other people. From different departments. You might not be surprised to know I despise these events with a dark and treacly passion. This time I was particularly horrified to see in the 43 page pre-reading material that as the morning ice breaker (what's wrong with a group chat over a cup of tea and an iced vo-vo, I ask you) we are expected to come prepared with three statements about ourselves, one of which sounds as though it could be true but is actually a lie.
I have some ideas up my sleeve, but I'll bet you can do better. Entries in by Sunday evening please folks.