6 more weeks of winter? Whateva.
Look what I rented yesterday. Wonderful Guy is going to be away on business next week, so I shall keep myself out of trouble this way. (except for the part of having to buy more roving to feed the beast...) I plied part of the white merino and brown alpaca at my lesson yesterday (I named it Chocolate and Vanilla, because I am so original), then finished it up at home. I tied it off and had it laid out ready for soaking when The Cat Who Would Be Queen left her place in front of the fire and pounced on it! She who takes very little interest in much of anything anymore suddenly wants my homespun! After being told that was not appropriate behavior, the Cat Who Would Be Queen settled for adoption.
Super Tuesday means a caucus for this state and I am going to participate for the first time. I have voted in every election since reacing voting age, taking that privilege very seriously. I believe that this election has spurred my recognition of the caucus process because of the significance of the democratic candidates.
In 1969, I sat in an assisted living home (nursing home back then) with my grandfather and saw the landing on the moon. He said, as the landing craft descended, that he 'wouldn't be surprised if the Russians snuck something in on us'!
In 1989, I saw the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the subsequent decline of communism. I thought to myself (with my permed hair, sweater with shoulder pads, and high waisted jeans) "This is truly a surprising and marvelous thing to witness."
In 2008, we have a woman and an african american man as the two front runners for the democratic presidential candidate. Hillary Clinton is the first woman to win a presidential primary! The first woman ever. Whatever one might think about her politics, it is one giant stip from 100 years ago when we didn't even have a national right to vote.
We've come a long way, baby.
2 comments:
I read everything from the beginning and even though I already knew how it all "turns out" I was still riveted. I will think of your blog as a letter to me, every day.(Some of it made me cry...) DS
I feel as you do; I used to stop for a moment of meditation when the voting booth had a curtain closed with a big lever and little metal pegs to move. Now, we're all right out in the open with a dumb marker - I still pause. It is a rare privilege. I was a Civil Rights worker, a "Women's Libber", an anti-Viet Nam protestor....and I make a point at the Museum to tell every single 4th grade class to make a real POINT to remember this year, when a black man and a woman ran for President and each was a viable candidate. I tell them "One day you'll say that you REMEMBER the election of 2008....." and you know? I think they will. I am with you.
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