I thought about how there must be a better way to do this, how inept
my
hands were, how tired my arms were...
How do my students feel, when they try to write a sentence and have
trouble spelling a word, forming a letter...how long can they pay attention
when the task is entirely new and they don't even know what the end
result should be...how frustrated or angry do they become? How do they
learn to stick to it?
Goodness, is this how my students feel after their first
lesson with me?
I had to talk to myself—gently—when I realized that
my frustration was totally out of proportion to the task at hand.
"Fay
(said I), it's o.k. It's only a strip of cloth. It's smaller than you.
It's not
worth this anger. In fact—why are you angry? Is it because you
expect your hands and eyes to be coordinated—immediately—on
a new task? Is it because you've got all these strips of cloth lying
on the
floor
in a heap and you just realized they're tangled and will have to be untangled?
Is it because some of them are only four feet long so will require more
joins than if you'd ripped the sheet lengthwise instead of crosswise— again?
So, Fay, calm down. See the funny side. It's an old sheet, for goodness
sake."
So this morning, tried again. Did the first couple of rows—and
discovered old sheets torn in strips are much less forgiving than yarn.
Threads come off the sides and tangle in the hook. And I lost count—yeeks,
you have to keep counting? How can I listen to the radio and count
at the same time? And of course, I can't. A couple of rows into
the oval, found I had 20 stitches on one side of the original chain,
and
fourteen on the other.
Not good. It's curling up sort of strangely.
Rip the whole thing apart,
because my error seems to be in the second row. Dang. Uh-oh. The fabric
strip keeps winding up as the crochet
pulls apart. Now I have to untwist it. O.K. I can do that. I'm
being more patient
here. Sure I am. But I'm listening to the radio so have something
for my brain to do besides complain.
Dang! I've un-twisted all that
fabric, and as I go to re-wind it on the ball it
twists again! Cheeeeeeeeeee! |