So — a party on Friday night for friends from work at I’s new house.
Walked Saturday on a less lovely trail — too close to civilization, I think, not that there weren’t some lovely parts. A silvery meadow of long grass. A creek. A bare buckeye tree with a few silvery buckeyes still attached. Big leaf maples turning bright yellow.
Sunday it rained and rained. All previous promises to clean the house abandoned to watch Veronica Mars on the laptop while knitting a new cardigan for me. It a really nice thick tweedy pale blue. I’ve finished the whole back. I can hardly wait to wear it. Somehow, over the past ten years, I have finally made the step from beginning to moderately competent knitter. I don’t know how it happened but I am very glad it has. This sweater seems easy. I know when I bought the yarn, probably ten years ago, it seemed too massive a project to even attempt.
It cleared up in the late afternoon and I went for another walk, then returned to the couch. K brought home a chicken and we ate it for dinner. Soon I am really going to have to clean the house, shop for groceries and get ready for my mother and the girls. Maybe next weekend.
M sounds very good — she has made a sculpture she likes and picked classes for next semester. I am worrying slightly about N, although the last time I talked to her she sounded okay.
Dinner on Saturday with friends who seem to be going through, as we did, to be honest, the grumpy husband syndrome. They are going abroad to visit their daughter at Christmas and he doesn’t want to. She’s in Spain. He wants to go to Asia, or someplace warm and with animals. Or he wants E to come home. Mostly I think he’s just sad. But we had a long talk about politics and I actually think he’s right. His basic position is that the country is being taken over by fascists. It seems extreme, but if you think about it, he may not be wrong. President Palin may not actually be out of the question. His argument is that we in particular will actually be all right, but all the poor idiots who vote for her (and others like her) — the people on the margins — are the ones who will pay and pay and pay.
It does seem possible. States on the coasts can encourage green building and green energy and state-wide health care (like Massachusetts has). We can have stricter standards and join the 21st century while the rest of the country sinks back into the 19th. Not exactly a happy situation, though.
I don’t mean to be a raving lunatic, but if you think about where we are — why on earth did we invade Iraq if not for oil, just to start — it’s hard not to conclude that he’s right.