I could pretend I’ve been on vacation, but I haven’t. I have a few lame garden photos to show: I finally got some eggplant.
Encouraged by Miss T., I made a blueberry pie, using the Vodka Crust recipe. It had a very short delicious life.
I have been doing some knitting and a have couple of new patterns, which I will be showing soon. Mostly, I’ve been planning for two big arrivals here in St. Paul. The first is my sister, who arrived with her family to spend the long weekend before heading to the Mayo Clinic, where she will be having many tests and major heart surgery on Friday. The other — the Republicans.
My 8 year-old nephew wound several skeins of yarn in the first day he was here. The tasteful child prefers merino, especially Koigu and Claudia, because they are ‘less sticky.’ He’ll be back with us during the first few days after surgery, so he is hoping I can dig out more stash for him to wind. Anyone who wants their skeins wound, come on down! And send your healing thoughts and energy my sister’s way, please.
The Republicans are another story. I work a block away from the Xcel center, and live across the river. I feel as though I live in a police state. There are helicopters buzzing around all the time, the Coast Guard are patrolling the Mississippi, and cops in riot gear are all over town. I don’t even want to go into all that. I’ll just leave you with a quote from that wild-eyed liberal Harry S. Truman:
Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear.