Politics
That’s better.
On the 5th of January, while we were waging our epic battle with the Strathardle snow to get the car up the driveway and away, I kept the Iowa primary result at the back of my mind, to bring it out and savour once we were on the road.
So today, once we’re on that train (we’ve got one of those tickets where you have to be on a particular train or all is lost, and my husband, even as a young man which he is now not, takes a lot of getting to a train) – once we’re on that train, I can take out my knitting and start thinking about North Carolina and Indiana.
My sister said when I spoke to her on the phone from London recently, that there are rumours that Mrs Clinton is a vampire – she seems to get ever plumper and more red of lip while poor Mr Obama grows thinner and paler. Maybe it’s now time for the stake through the heart.
The polls seem to have been way out, in both states. But I was watching a poll-of-polls total on Real Clear Politics – maybe one or two particular polls were nearer to being right.
I think maybe the Rev Mr Wright did his worst at absolutely the right moment. There’s little left for the Republicans to use from that source now.
Mary Lou, your anecdote yesterday – “Omar is the future!” – sustained me through a long day. I’m glad to see you share my love for knitting KF socks, too.
So we set off at least more cheerful. It’s always nice to see Rachel and her family – Joe is just coming up to his A-Level exams, one of them in Politics. He shares my views so we can do high-fives this evening.
Courgettes
They seem very happy out there on the step, although it’s distinctly cooler, especially at night, than they were used to in the kitchen. They were beginning to get a bit etiolated, in fact. The true leaves are now unfolding rapidly. I hardened my heart yesterday and removed the weaker brother from each of the four pots. It was encouraging to see what healthy little root systems they had. But five-and-a-half days without water or a mother’s love….
Knitting? What’s that?
The committee meeting last night was admirably brisk, but I got the heel turned. The sad thing was that when the heel-flap moment came, I couldn’t find the little ball of the solid-colour yarn. I had finished winding it only that morning. It has dematerialised. Too late now.
Back next Tuesday, insh’Allah.
That’s better.
On the 5th of January, while we were waging our epic battle with the Strathardle snow to get the car up the driveway and away, I kept the Iowa primary result at the back of my mind, to bring it out and savour once we were on the road.
So today, once we’re on that train (we’ve got one of those tickets where you have to be on a particular train or all is lost, and my husband, even as a young man which he is now not, takes a lot of getting to a train) – once we’re on that train, I can take out my knitting and start thinking about North Carolina and Indiana.
My sister said when I spoke to her on the phone from London recently, that there are rumours that Mrs Clinton is a vampire – she seems to get ever plumper and more red of lip while poor Mr Obama grows thinner and paler. Maybe it’s now time for the stake through the heart.The polls seem to have been way out, in both states. But I was watching a poll-of-polls total on Real Clear Politics – maybe one or two particular polls were nearer to being right.
I think maybe the Rev Mr Wright did his worst at absolutely the right moment. There’s little left for the Republicans to use from that source now.
Mary Lou, your anecdote yesterday – “Omar is the future!” – sustained me through a long day. I’m glad to see you share my love for knitting KF socks, too.
So we set off at least more cheerful. It’s always nice to see Rachel and her family – Joe is just coming up to his A-Level exams, one of them in Politics. He shares my views so we can do high-fives this evening.
Courgettes
They seem very happy out there on the step, although it’s distinctly cooler, especially at night, than they were used to in the kitchen. They were beginning to get a bit etiolated, in fact. The true leaves are now unfolding rapidly. I hardened my heart yesterday and removed the weaker brother from each of the four pots. It was encouraging to see what healthy little root systems they had. But five-and-a-half days without water or a mother’s love….
Knitting? What’s that?
The committee meeting last night was admirably brisk, but I got the heel turned. The sad thing was that when the heel-flap moment came, I couldn’t find the little ball of the solid-colour yarn. I had finished winding it only that morning. It has dematerialised. Too late now.
Back next Tuesday, insh’Allah.
As I read the results, I thought you would likely be taking heart today. Not quite a stake through *her* heart, but certainly some good news in the final analysis. Hopefully this will gain Obama more superdelegates, as well.
ReplyDeleteYesterday, I sent out a somewhat catty e-mail to some of my girlfriends about how bad Hillary Clinton is looking- tired and bloated. One doesn't associate working out and eating light with either of them. I'm sure a lot of it is this campaign. Sixty is also the time of life so many women develop thyroid or gallbladder miseries. Hopefully, she'll take a couple of weeks off now. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBe firm with your courgettes, mama. You want them to grow up to be strong and prolific, not wussies that wilt in the cold.
ReplyDeleteThe Oregon primary's coming up soon and the ballots are arriving in everyone's mailbox. All our voting is now done by mail and it's been working very well. It's going to be a higher than usual turnout this year, so I'm anxious to see how it turns out.
i voted in NC yesterday- in the Raleigh/Durham area, and you should have seen the lines! I vote in almost every election, and usually there are not very many people in there waiting, or its usually Older folks and me... but my goodness- the place was packed with a short line.
ReplyDeleteI think the best thing about this election is that it brought a lot of people out to vote.
speaking of heels: I saw a pattern today (for Regia sock yarn) that gave instructions for a Dutch heel ... ever heard of that?
ReplyDeleteDutch heel is related to French heel - you knit the heel flap and then to turn the corner you knit like the saddle of a shoulder on the centre stitches of the flap.
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