Ugh.
Due to a wrist injury acquired weeks ago from closing the lid on a jar, and then exacerbated by extended periods of knitting while home sick with a cold, I cannot knit. I spent the weeked with my friend the physical therapist/massage therapist who rubbed it and pinched it and showed me how to do the same things for myself, but from the feeling of it, there will be NO knitting for days at least. This sucks because there are a couple of babies wandering into the lives of loved ones in the near future, and I just started making Z some new gloves, AND also I really enjoy knitting.
The good news is that I've been reading a lot. Right now, I'm taking turns between "Going Solo" the second half of Roald Dahl's autobiography and "The Audacity of Hope" by Barrack Obama. So far the cyncial side of me is outraged because Obama makes a lot of sense to me, and no one can really be *that* right about how to lead the country, right? So, what's his real agenda? The pragmatic liberal eats it up, because he sounds so goddam "electable". The radical is also pissed because Obama is about meeting people where they're at, not demonizing others people who don't agree and working toward an end of the polarization that's been happening in our country. The Buddhist in me loves this because OF COURSE all the dualities that appear in our views of politics and government are unreal and unuseful, but the militant feminist in me and her buddies are agog at this and want change and want it now, and don't think that this friendly attitude is going to work. So, the crowd are working it all out and I'll let you know how it goes. Everyone settles down and cuddles together, though, to hear exploits of the worlds' greatest children's author as he bops around Africa and the middle east just before WWII. It's a good balance.
Leaving Wednesday morning for Tucson YAY!
