No Olympics for you!
(Well, THAT was jolly fun - running all over the building trying to track down the missing soils-lab manual. Never did find it. Luckily the company that makes the kit has them downloadable online. But there's nothing like a futile search before 10 am to affect the tenor of your day.)
So anyway. I'm not doing the knitting olympics. The reasons for this are pretty simple:
first, I'm not that fond of televised sports, and I'm honestly not that fond of the Olympics*. Oh, there are some events that interest me, it's just the thought of sitting for hours in front of the telly watching people ski or skate or ski and then shoot or "amateur" basketball players who make far more money being "amateurs" than I will ever see in my life playing basketball...it just bores me kind of.
And also, it's the way my life is structured: there are some weeks where I'm home only three nights out of seven, and sometimes there are unpredictable evening things I must deal with. And there's grading. And there's teaching prep work. And there's carrying out the basic functions necessary to keep myself alive (like grocery shopping) and hygienic (like doing laundry) that need to be squeezed in.
Yeah, I'm justifying. You know why? Because frankly I feel kind of bad about not doing it - it seems like every other knitblogger out there is. Even people who said they weren't. And although I know it's irrational (and although I know part of my reaction today to it is hormone related), I almost can see my inner child taking her little brown paper sack with her sad little peanut butter sandwich and her orange and her little baggie of corn chips (not one of the fancy, name brand miniature bags sold at the grocery store but a baggie that her mom filled with corn chips from the big grocery-store brand bag in the morning), and heading off to the table over in the dark corner of the cafeteria, to eat her lunch alone again, and looking at all the popular girls and wondering what the difference is between her and them, and if that distance would ever be bridgeable.
(*Yes, I'm sure there are those who would now call for revokation of my citizenship as a Member of the World. Saying you don't like the Olympics is kind of like saying you don't like puppies, in some circles. But I don't like the Olympics. Whatever.)
2 comments:
l, the phrase "cream cheese and jelly sandwich" just brought up such a powerful sense-memory that I need to buy the components tonight and have one. Mmmm. Everyone else at elementary school thought it was gross, though, so I suppose I'd be sitting with you guys too.
In Sad Kid Make Believe world, I packed my own lunch, also cream cheese and jelly (we can compare flavors), an off-brand juicebox, a granola bar, and maybe 50 cents for a Good Humor bar.
I don't usually like sports because it's the same thing for hours, but the Olympics are fun. I just don't need to stress myself out over something that's supposed to be my fun time--if I need that kind of kick in the pants, it would be "have this paper draft done by the time the flame goes out."
where is the laughing smiley when I need it?
I always figure that if that many people like something - it's a scam. My inner paranoid speaking, I suppose, but I've never wanted to do what Everybody Else was doing.
Love those cabled socks, btw.
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