Apparently, one of the girls I work with was sitting on the bus and walking down the street and going here and going there, and she only discovered afterwards that her shirt was open. She's pregnant, her boobs are growing, and her shirt is too tight and popped open without her knowledge.

And nobody told her.

I said that it would have been like that one kid in the class who, when the teacher dismisses the class, says, "But you forgot to give us any homework!" and the rest of the class cries out with one voice, "You idiot! Why did you have to tell her?!" and pelts him with rocks and garbage. Had anyone said, "Miss, your shirt is open!" the rest of the people on the bus would have been all, "You idiot! Why did you have to tell her?!" and stuffed him out one of the tiny bus windows.

So last night was my knitting class the second, and it was...okay.

I mean, I dig the knitting, I'm not sorry that I'm taking it, but I got ahead of part of the class last week, and then I figured out some things on my own during the week, which meant that I kind of spent this two hour class, well, knitting.

Actually, I did learn a couple of things, I specifically requested to learn how to pick up a dropped stitch, so we learned that mighty useful skill, and she taught us a far easier way of casting on than our substitute teacher did last week. Basically, you just knit onto the needle, whereas the other you practically had to have psychokinesis to do properly, as two hands and ten fingers are nothing like enough.

So I learned those two things. That took about five or six minutes, the other hour and fifty-four minutes were spent knitting away, listening to the teacher teach the others how to purl and how to tell the difference between the purl side and the knit side (which took just way longer than it should have), and listening to Leticia talk and talk and talk and talk. My God, she barely takes a breath.

I thought she was charming last week, but this week I saw how she could get tiresome very quickly. And I am not one to throw stones at people who constantly talk about themselves and their interests and who constantly steers every conversation back to their own lives, as I readily admit to being guilty of doing that more often than I should, but she just takes herself so seriously, and at least I am old enough not to do that.

Next week, we are going to learn to knit and purl on the same row. Unfortunately, I have already started doing that out of sheer boredom with just making a neverending column. We are also going to learn how to change colours, and I do not intend to go barging ahead and doing that myself, so there should be at least one new thing for me to learn next class.

O, and the really great thing about the class was the dog, a big beautiful golden retriever, who lay on top of my feet under the table and licked my hands for minutes at a time. That's what I call a great class atmosphere.

Lenten entries missed:

Metrocake made a revolting dinner, had poor service at Macy's, and then again, her grandfather went to the hospital, and then, sadly, died. I am really so sorry, Roe.

Today's horoscope:
An unexpected visitor drops in and takes extra time and attention. You are sidetracked from your normal tasks.

One year ago today:
"What do you learn from reading online journallers?" "Well, an awful lot about their various bodily secretions!"

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