Back at IT

I've been knitting again and it feels pretty good.  I'm relieved my slump was minor and temporary; perhaps I just needed a little break from it all.  I'm plowing through Clapotis and have gone well past the halfway mark.  Maybe by next weekend, I'll finish it.  I hope so since it's certainly timely in terms of the weather. 

Next up in the knitting queue are the sleeves for my pink sweater and since October is the month for pink, I'm itching to get this done.  If I knit the sleeves side by side on a long cable needle, they'll be finished at the same time and I won't be plagued with finishitis.   I started this sweater in March and the body of the sweater has been done since June.  I think it's time to finish it up.  I actually pulled the yarn and pattern out of storage and it's that much closer to me now.

During all my time knitting, I've been considering the differences of opinion that I seem to share with a few of my relatives.  With my husband, I've had some pretty big fundamental differences.  The last major one was over our iron.  I hated the Black and Decker iron, preferring instead, my expensive Rowenta iron.  Two years ago, my oldest child lost her roommate and by default, her iron.  She ended up taking my Rowenta.  Not so sadly, the Black and Decker died last week and I found myself shopping for a new iron.  Now would have been a perfect time to take back the Rowenta and slip it in under my husband's nose, but I didn't.  I went out and bought a duplicate of the cheap iron we'd had.  Over time, I've come to agree with his point of view.  The cheap one was lighter, durable and did a decent job.  Its price was $80 less than the Rowenta.  We've suffered many such differences over the years, but none politically.  Thank God for that because I don't think I could live under the same roof if we had major differences like those and I don't recall vetting him for his political viewpoints.  It wouldn't be easy,  as it was with the iron, to sway my opinion in terms of political allegiance.  My politics are written in stone. 

How do Mary Matalin and James Carville do it without killing each other?  I mean, does it get any odder than a right wing republican marrying a hardcore democrat?   James Carville coined the expression, the economy, stupid during Bill Clinton's first bid for the presidency.  Funny that!  It's still the economy, stupid.  Anyways, politics makes strange bedfellows. 

I feel as though I've upset some folks with my political opinions.  I do know a few things for certain.  I don't feel my life is better off than it was 8 years ago.  I feel as though my leaders have lied their asses off for 8 straight years and yes, I know they all lie, but none to the scale our current president and his cronies have.  I'm fully aware that I shouldn't paint John and Sarah with the same brush but, they're from the same party.  How can one help but to look at  the past?  He who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it. Frightening times.

Well, that's it.  I'm back to my knitting now.  I'm thinking I'll watch this movie: