Showing posts with label remembering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remembering. Show all posts

20 April 2009

Taking a back seat

The blogoversary will have to wait, for there is sad news to share in the knitting world: Kay Gardiner (of Mason-Dixon Knitting fame) lost her husband, Peter, on Saturday to a brief illness. You can read her cohort Ann's brief blog entry here.

I'm sure Kay and their children would welcome all thoughts and prayers.

11 November 2008

11/11


Canada has Remembrance Day.

The United States has Veterans Day.

No matter your national allegiance or political leanings, you (yes, you) have benefited from the sacrifice of time and lives by the men and women in armed service. Please find a moment today to ponder their effect on your life; the liberties that shape our national identity are an enormous gift.

04 November 2008

Patience, or lack thereof

That's my knitting, and that's my ballot.

Yessiree, I feel like an American. An impatient, invigorated, eager, and slightly apprehensive American.

I. WANT. TO. KNOW. NOW.

If you haven't already, please go to the polls and do what so many in this world cannot: vote. If you've already voted, I'll join you 'round the blue glow of our collective television after my shift at the LYS.

Tim Russert, wherever you are, get your whiteboard ready. [sniff, sniff]

21 September 2008

My little politico

Today after church, Kidlet and I went to JoAnn Fabrics to scope out patterns for Halloween costumes. Turns out that, when in the presence of pattern books with oodles of choices, a decision is nigh on impossible. She wanted to be a different character at every bolt of fabric. Good Witch? Bad Witch? Dorothy? Too many fabrics, too little time.

As we were walking toward the checkout with one pattern in hand, we passed the wall of costume accessories, and Kidlet zeroed in on these masks:Yes, she can name Barack Obama on site!

Honestly, I just asked her to wave. How was I to know my camera phone would make it appear as if the Senator was flipping off the free world?

Please rise for George W. "Hear No Evil" Bush.

On a more serious note, we took an elective detour to cross the new I-35W bridge over the Mississippi. It was a bit surreal. Part of me barely noticed and took for granted that little bit of road north of downtown Minneapolis; another part noted the stark newness of the concrete deck and barriers, painfully aware of the broken slabs they were replacing. My thoughts are with everyone whose lives were changed a year ago.