Life's a Stitch

Saturday, my 15 year old son started his first job. Why is this so incredible? He had to be there at 7:15 AM meaning he had to set an alarm and not turn it off and roll over as he does on every school morning.  It means he had to put in eight hours of heavy work as stockboy service clerk. I honestly can’t think of anything heavy he’s ever lifted. The dog only weighs 22 lbs. and that may be the extent of his lifting experience. I was proud of him because he refused the pitiful "training wage" ($2 under minimum wage for the first 500 hours of work) our cheap provincial government instituted in their first term in office. He signed on at the proper $8 an hour. I’m dating myself yet again, my first job paid $1.55/hr (I’m glad I caught that typo, I substituted an n instead of the b in job). Back then some people paid .50/hr for babysitting! Here’s our working boy, after his first day, melted into his Dad’s lap.

I’ve started a small Christmas knitting project. I don’t usually knit for people unless they’ve shown some interest in what I’ve knit or out and out asked me to do it. Not everyone is as crazy about hand knitted items as I am and I don’t want to put in the time if it’s not going to be appreciated and cared for properly. So, since the person I’m knitting for reads this blog, everyone will have to remain in the dark. I promise pictures later.