
I know it's not a good idea to talk about work on one's blog.  Hopefully, I won't be too negative about my job in making these correlations.
I was talking with a friend at work about how my job has very little product.  Besides the festival I produced this summer, I administer grants most of the day.  While I believe that it is very important to support artists, especially those with access to fewer resources, I don't feel as if I am being used to my full potential.  Before taking my current job, I was working in museum education.  Every day I either taught or created something.  I loved my work, even when I wasn't happy with my job.
I taught myself to knit while I was working in museum education.  I was working for the 
Shelburne Museum, a fantastic museum with a broad, extensive collection and well-designed school and public programs.  After moving I worked for another very interesting museum, the 
Lake County Discovery Museum, and was able to produce a lot of school, scout, and public programs.  My next job was awful, but I was still creating and growing programs.  I didn't like being at work, but one class of kids could change all that.  I knit all those years, but I didn't become compulsive until I moved to Chicago.  I  always thought it was discovering nice yarn that made me compulsive.  I thought what I wanted was to touch the soft yarns.
While I was saying that I have little to show for my work, my friend pointed out that knitting is my product.  It is my accomplishment; it is the thing I can hold up and say "I did this, and it is good."  He got me thinking.  I realized that I became a compulsive knitter about the time the novelty of giving grants wore off.  I can't pinpoint the day, but I do know that I didn't have that finger itch that comes with 
needing to have needles in my hands until I started working this job.  I wonder.  If I get a job that I love, will I stop knitting as much?  Somehow, I think it's too late.  Once a compulsion, always a compulsion.

I'm trying to finish undone projects.  I finished the clapotis.  I added a 5-stitch I-cord edge to the stocking.  I am headed to Michigan to celebrate Joseph's second birthday, so I'm going to take the stocking with me.  If Jen and Tony like it, they can keep it.  Otherwise, I'll make a new one with a different pattern.  I was hoping to knit the pirate bath set from 
New Knits on the Block before heading home, but I haven't had the time.  He'll get a very cool store-bought toy or something, no doubt.  Well, if I can find the time to go shopping before Friday.