Happy Birthday to Me!

55.
The big 5-5.
One foot in the grave.
Over the hill.
All true.
That's me over there in the grass about 35 years ago documenting my glorious self before putting on a bathing suit became an emotional crisis. Sigh. I can't think of one thing good to say about getting older except that I may get to retire someday and be able to spend my day in my knitting room instead of a classroom. I hate my job. I don't hate teaching, I just hate what teaching has become. Before I drag out my "what's wrong with education" soapbox let me remind myself that this is a knitting blog not a "I HATE NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND" blog so I'll shut up and go eat cake.