10 Here is Ivy. I have not been showing you pictures of Ivy, because Ivy is  a gray stockinette rectangle with curling edges, so pictures are pretty dull.

However, I recognize that as a knitting blogger, I deserve to be hauled into a hollow square of knitters and have my buttons snipped off.

It’s not that I’m not knitting, just that I am knitting a gray stockinette rectangle. It is going to grow up to be a lovely sweater. Really. I hope.

The light reading I am doing, Spying in High Heels, has repeated jokes about “sitting home knitting,” as though that were a bad thing.

I am sitting home working, myself. Although today I will be driving up to the store and standing and working instead.

It has not escaped my notice that I’m not reading anything spooky. I have the weekend off, apart from traffic school, and I intend to decorate for Hallowe’en and buy pumpkins and otherwise get all autumnal, so maybe I will feel inspired to read some gothic stuff.

Yesterday, #1 daughter’s colleagues at the weight-loss clinic asked her how she dressed when she was 10 n’t at work.

#1 daughter has a classic glam style, at work or at home. When she’s not going to work, she’ll wear jeans and a T, and there are those Ugg boots we tease her about, but mostly we’re talking classic. A lot of cream and brown, a little pink, very well-fitting and polished.

“Oh, I’m totally goth,” she told them.

We all thought it was funny when she told us about it.

Further healthy baking has taken place chez fibermom.

I’ve also been to the gym every day this week, so I feel as though I am getting back on track, in spite of the late-night pizza delivered to our house last night. And yes, even though I had already enjoyed a healthy dinner, I had a piece.

Now, today is World Teachers’ Day, and bloggers everywhere are called upon to write about the teacher who made a difference in their lives.

I have to admit that the teachers who are coming to my mind are the ones who sent me to the library because they couldn’t think of anything else to do with me, and the ones who had my kids file papers because they couldn’t think of anything to do with them, and the surprisingly large number who made passes at me in college. None of whom is going to provide a blog post suitable for World Teachers’ Day. Which is, I suppose, why my mention of it has ended up way down here after all that random persiflage.

But, having been a teacher myself for many years, and having had many excellent teachers, and working now with many many more excellent teachers, and coming as I do from a family with lots of teachers in it, I think it is simply that the majority of the teachers I have known have been terrific, and the ones that stand out when I try to think of one are therefore the bad apples.

So, Happy World Teachers’ Day to all the teachers out there!