I just endure as I watch my summer time minutes slip away forever, watching the clock until I can be released into my own world, my own thoughts, my own interests. There is a knitting class at my camp, my fingers itch as I walk by the room, I stop to visit and sit with the kids, urging them to keep their stitches loose, don't fight with the yarn, enjoy the rhythm of the act of knitting. I see them in the hallways clutching their prized needles with rows of beginner stitches, it is a creation, it is a source of pride. We have a bond. I want to go home and get settled on my couch where I can work on my creation-of-the-day.
Three more weeks and then I am released to do what I need to do. I will consider it a retreat into the quiet, where I can focus on my own knitting and restore what is left of my sanity and sadly, prepare for the coming school year.