Couldn’t and didn’t blog yesterday. It’s just too much, too sad. And I don’t know about you, but as an American I feel directly responsible in a small way. Even though I voted against him, even though I stand for everything he is trying to pull apart, I still live in this country and am counted as a citizen and pay his salary. America’s actions in the past three years have guaranteed that this kind of atrocity will continue to happen. Just a question of when and where, and that’s a hard thing to comprehend.
Aargh. It’s too difficult to write about, and what do my small words mean, anyway? I meant to give you something light and upbeat today, the day after, something bright and hopeful. But I’m having a hard time thinking of anything that’s not rather bleak.
So it’s time to pull out the big guns. Isn’t that what Americans do, after all?
Mom’s homespun Cormo socks:
And these, from the last time I was home:
Doesn’t the angle make them look small? Or is it that my little wheel is so big in these photos? Whatever, they do my heart good.
Love someone hard today. Okay?
* I have closed comments on this post, since I saw them going in the direction of heated argument. While that may be amusing on another day, I don’t feel like arguing today. Peace, all. Now, go knit. Mwah.
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