What a day it has been. I've been on the go practically all day long:
1. Preparing for the two kids I tutor.
2. Checking emails for my boss, in case a referral came in.
3. My daughter hurt her foot, specifically her big toe, and it might be fractured.
4. I witnessed the ending of a carjacking. The man who stole the car, with an infant in the back seat, ending up in my street, and he obviously is not from around here, because it's a dead end street. I must have seen around 30 police cars tonight, plus the SWAT Team and even National Guardsmen. They even went through the car port to the back yard to inspect and make sure it was clear.
5. I thought the night would end well, but as I was checking out crochet in web pages and web blogs, I found that someone copied my Half Granny Square pattern, called it a Granny Shawl, making a few little changes here and there, and perhaps convincing herself that she had changed it enough to "make it mine" as I've often read people's writings when they try to justify such as act. Incredible! I wrote this pattern out in 2001, the latest, and anybody who cares to investigate can verify its existence at archive.org.
She copied it, word-for-word, then inserted some things, or changed the position of some of the phrases, but I can recognize my patterns ANYwhere. After all, I wrote them out.
I do NOT claim to be the inventor of the half granny square, granny triangle, whatever you wish to call it. I *am* however, the copyright holder of the instructions I wrote out, my own instructions, and they are written in my own style. This is the 3rd time it's happened, and what bothers me a lot is that it seems she has a link for it in Ravelry and is claiming a copyright of 2009.
This has been a long day. And a long night. I'm ending it, so far, disgusted at this fellow crocheter.
I am SURE that everything that happened would have happened anyway, but I would feel differently if I had started my day as usual, in Bible reading and prayer. My heart would be calm, I would have reacted differently to the carjacking (the carjacker was actually at the side of my house, trying to get in or something, at the window) and my heart would not be fluttering right now because of the sadness and hurt and betrayal I feel because someone stole my pattern.
There are two good things to remember from this day.
First: Little Joseph, the boy I tutor, has been a live wire this past week , but today he behaved rather well, and spontaneously burst into song, and I knew it and we were singing it together, which we both enjoyed.
Second: I sent some yarn to an internet friend, and he received it today and was so happy that I would do this for him, and was crazy about the color. That made ME happy!
Third: I sent my oldest sister the essay that my daughter wrote about our dad, and she was glad, it made her see things a little differently, and just helped her. That made me happy.
If you're wondering that I said two things and wrote three, well, that's just the way it is. I told Fearless Boss that he hired me because of my proofreading and organizing abilities, NOT because I'm good at Math!
And so ends my day, now more calm since I've been able to vent and unload on the shoulders of whoever cares enough to read this.
Finally, I am going to end this day, although it is now Saturday, 1:14 AM, the way I should have started it, and will find the peace and guidance I need.
Thank you for reading this. God bless us, every one!