Folks who know me IRL, know I have very strong political views. I have voted in every primary and general election since I was eligible to vote lo those many years ago. Havent. Missed. One.
Don't intend to miss one either. I'm thrilled that both my girls (ages 9 and 5) are talking about the election and who they are going to vote for in school. I'm hungry for the updates of the board in the fourth, fifth and sixth grade hallway tracking the presidential candidates progress.
We live in a swing state and are being inundated with commercials from both sides. Some of you in states already declared red or blue may feel that your vote does not count. IT DOES.
This is a unique opportunity. You can exercise without breaking a sweat. Take some extra time on Tuesday, go to your local polling place and pull the lever, push the button, punch the chad --- whatever it is your jurisdiction does.
What matters is that you go vote. I'm not going to opine on my view here. I'm only going to say that in my almost 30 years of voting for presidents, this may be the most important vote of my lifetime given the economy, the international situation and everything else we are facing.
Please, go vote.
On the knitting front, I am knitting the hood on the hooded cardigan for the 4th time. Ripped it out three times. Should be done soon. One thing I can say - Debbie Bliss Donegal Chunky rips and re-knits really well. Pix to follow.
Remember to get some exercise on Tuesday.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I've mentioned before that I'm part of the sandwich generation. We'll here are a couple of updates from the deli counter of my life.
- Dear husband calls MIL on Thursday evening to see how she is. She announces, "I'm in a nursing home now." Well, yes, Mom, we helped move you into the assisted living home. You did? P.S. Friday morning she fell, hit her head and spent a few days in the hospital and is now in rehab.
- Mom comes to visit for dear daughter's birthday. See above post. On the way home, she rolls into someone at a red light. When the light changes, she pull over on the other side of the intersection. The other car is still near where she hit it. Mom drives away. Her reason: "The other driver didn't get out of the car and wave to me, so I assumed everything was fine."
Is there a service I can register with which will take my car and license away from me when I'm 80 to avoid the burden on my girls to have to deal with it?
On a better note, Daughter 1 wanted a hooded cardigan. She choose Debbie Bliss Donegal Tweed Chunky in a pretty purple. Front, back and sleeves are done. Now I must join the blasted thing before I can pick up for the hood and do the button bands. I hate joining things, but it must be done. Will post a photo when sleeves are on.
To all my Jewish friends -- may you and yours be inscribed in the book of life for another year -- much health and happiness.