Yesterday began with computer work, and then some school visits.
In between schools, I dropped by the store my kids used to call “the Evil Palace of Books” and so we now just call it the Evil Palace. I wanted to find a good a book on internet marketing. I had told Arkenboy that I wanted a book on the subject, and he assured me that there were lots, though he couldn’t actually think of any at that moment.
There are books for people who know about computers, which essentially say, “Hey, you’re spending all that time making web pages, so why not sell something?” There are also books for people who know about business, which mostly say, “Hey, you’re selling something, so here are some things you can hire people to do.” Clearly, the best thing would be for the readers of these two groups of books to meet up.
Marketing handbooks do nowadays include a few notes on the online aspect of marketing, and I was glad to see that I am mostly doing what they suggest. This is not what I wanted, though. I wanted a book to tell me what to do next, preferably with a glossary, charts to show what kind of numbers I should be getting and when, and a phone number to call when I get confused.
While I was there, I took a real quick look at the newest knitting books.
The good thing about the current trendiness of knitting is that there are always new knitting books to look at. The bad thing is that so few of them are worthwhile. I won’t mention any names, but there is a whole series with murky sepia pictures that give no hint of what the garment might look like when finished. Are there so many knitters who don’t knit, but merely collect knitting books and yarn in a SABLE (Stash Enhancement Beyond Life Expectancy) frenzy that actually knitting from the patterns has become a moot point?
I will mention the name of one book that I looked at yesterday: Naughty Needles by Nikol Lohr. If you read the knitting blogs at all, you’ve read about this book, and you may have been thinking that it would be tacky and vulgar. Those are actually its good points. A photo of a bunch of middle-aged babes in yarn pasties is downright saucy and charming compared with the act of spending two pages of a knitting book on a “pattern” for said pasties. I am beginning to feel that all “patterns” which are basic geometric shapes should have to use those quotation marks. That way, we would see clearly that a book contained 22 “patterns” plus the same old sock with a fun fur edging (or, in this case, a mermaid tail), and not waste our time on it.
Not that I wasted a lot of time. I got out of the Evil Palace quickly and back to my school visits till I ran out of flyers. Then I got back to the computer and did a couple of marketing pieces and some link management, till the word came that That Man was coming down to the old store with empty boxes and more flyers. I hied myself over there and got the boxes packed, then came home to fold flyers till time for choir practice.
If you think that sounds like more than eight hours of work, you are right. I am going to take some time today to sew, or possibly to lie in bed moaning, depending how I feel after today’s round of school visits.
The rehearsal last night was particularly bad. I went to bed right after work on Monday and Tuesday, but we have the Tennebrae service coming up tomorrow, so I had to go to practice. Chanthaboune said just to listen, and I mostly took her advice. The sopranos passed Kleenexes back to me as I croaked feebly through the pieces.
I might still have had a bad effect on the group. At one point, the organist mentioned that the pitch was sagging. I’ve sung with these guys for two years and have scarcely heard the organist say so much as “hello,” so I must assume that he was just goaded beyond endurance by the sagginess of the pitch.
This is all the further I’ve gotten with the baby sweater, so I probably shouldn’t be talking about other people’s knitting. And I certainly can’t say a word about other people’s singing. I am hoping to have my voice back for tomorrow night, that’s all.
It is Maundy Thursday. “Maundy” is a corruption of “mandatum,” which means “command.” That’s where we get our word “mandate,” and in this case it refers to the commandment of Jesus to “love one another as I have loved you,” which is a pleasant thing to contemplate.
On this day, your local churches might have foot-washing ceremonies, dramas of the Last Supper, blessings of oils, or other rituals that call to mind the Last Supper. I may skip these things and go to bed early again. I am feeling better, but it is not good to have laryngitis during Holy Week.