I finished one more skein for Tour de Fleece. It’s four ounces of Cormo, and the fiber was full of vegetation and a bit nubby and it felt greasy and I had no idea how it would turn out, but it’s possibly my favorite skein ever.
In other words: This Cormo taught me all about not judging books by their covers and everything has beauty and diamonds and pearls and when they go low, we go high.
Yes. We have a lot going on behind the scenes in our house (more on that maybe next week?) and our overall balance has been thrown off more than bit. (Once again: Oceans of obscurantism! Don’t you hate it?) Anyway, I spent the past four evenings watching the Democratic National Convention, and I know quite a few of you are supporting Donald Trump, but you know what? I’m not. (You and I can still be friends.) I’m not going to go all Third Party on everyone because I learned a hard lesson when I voted for Ralph Nader in 2000. Although I’m behind Bernie Sanders, I’m voting for Hillary Clinton.
Confession: I haven’t been terribly proud to be an American for quite some time, and I know that sounds HORRIBLE, but it’s also very true. (I could probably tell you a lot of horrible things that are true. Please refer to the second sentence of the previous paragraph! Argh! I KNOW!) After seeing what I saw and hearing what I heard at the DNC, I felt fired up. Fired up is good.
My dad gave me a box full of tomatoes and zucchini from his garden. As I type these words to you, I’m eating zucchini fritters and tomatoes and I’m fired up and I’m a little scared and sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed/ruffled/charged the best thing to do is hang out in the closet dressed like a disguised 011 from Stranger Things.
And then I smell the jasmine on our back porch.
And then I refer to 1985.
(I wasn’t kidding about the tomatoes and fritters.)
4 thoughts on “Fritter and waste the hours, Pink Floyd.”
Love the yarn. I got a spinning wheel last September. Finally got better at spinning it so it wasn’t too thick. I need to ply a couple of spools but not sure I do a very good job of having it balanced. Also am very cheap and usually haven’t bought enough to ply with same yarn. Also don’t know what to do with only 4 oz.
Just now reading this post. Maybe you can answer the Question On My Mind: why in the *world* did she not choose Bernie for VeePee?! I’d Google it, but I’m afraid of All The Hate. If she’d’ve picked him, it’d be a total shoe-in, right? Is shoe-in the correct phrase?? I’ll Google that too.
I would not, could not, vote for someone simply because they are female, but I’m delighted that the person I think is best happens to be one. Some of it might be generational, I don’t know. I turned 70 yesterday and I am overwhelmed that I get to see this in my lifetime. My daughter was for Bernie but now is for Hillary and I showed her my Woman Card (yes, it is an actual thing!) the other day and she said she wants one, too. So I guess that’s what’s meant by progress.
I love your shirt so much, but again, I think there’s a gap between what’s good for someone my age and someone your age. When I was 40 I’d have worn that in a split second, but now all my friends would laugh uproariously and say that is not an accurate description right there on your chest.
I wish I had that zucchini fritter right now.
I was for Bernie and I voted for Nader and I learned my lesson, too. Go, Hill! Right now I am working my tail off for our local candidates for state legislature. It is just possible that we might take back one of the houses and stop our Koch-funded (antichrist) governor from more environment- and voting rights- and everything good-destroying antics. (Yes, I live in WI, home of Scotty Walker.)
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