It’s a good thing that I’ve developed enough maturity over the years that I don’t always say the first thing that comes to mind anymore. Otherwise when my mom called at 7:30 this morning, she would have been greeted with a bellow of “WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER” instead of the more congenial “bueno?”
Umph. Anyway, I’m more or less wide awake now and reflecting on my first evening in class this century. I enrolled in “precalculus” (which, as everyone knows, is really trigonometry) at the local community college. See, in my previous cycle of formal education, I was not required to take anything more advanced than algebra in order to get my degree. And, being rather phobic about numbers, I wussed out and stopped after algebra.
Since then, I’ve come to realize the awesome power of the set of languages known as mathematics. So I’m going to overcome my numerical dyslexia and see how far I can go with this stuff.
It’s not just for personal edification, mind you. There are some very real practical applications to this learning down the road. Like some bad-ass knitting software. Hopefully I will have a better experience translating math into fashion design than Gulliver’s La Putans did.
Oh yes, the knitting. I’m going to meet a couple of my new knitting pals this evening and work on the cable swatch and the monk’s bag some more. There will be some honest-to-goodness knitting content here soon, I promise.
Oh, and if anyone reading this could send some happy thoughts Kaetchen’s way, I’d appreciate it. She’s having a rough time of things just now. She took great care to be good to me on more than one occasion when I needed it and she deserves the same in return.