Lovely day after

 Wednesday was a joyful day, great election results. Even the sky agreed, and the cheerful ducks on the pond 

I finally wore the neck gaiter I designed and made ages ago, in Tunisian crochet with Dorset buttons all different.

Buttoned up it covers my neck and chin, great for a windy day. Two bottom buttons undone and it lies like a shawl.

Handsome Son visited, enjoyed three kinds of cake with tea, and we strategized about the new cost of his health insurance, since the subsidies have not been renewed. On the plus side he can go to a lower level plan, still expensive, because he's fit, no chronic ailments, only one medication.

But it's still tough. He needed that subsidy.

And I did some visible mending on a favorite pair of socks I didn't make.

I used embroidery floss because the socks are a fine knit. They're more of a putty color than here, with bright orange darning. My repairs are always under the foot so they never show in use. 

The general mood Wednesday among the people I hang out with was buoyant, to put it mildly. I planned to do no resistance, but I did message Schumer to stay strong, no surrender.

Happy day everyone, e is on a good health planning path, Mitch landed safely in NY, all's well, sez Ted and Big Ursy.

Pond life and pressing issues

 Yesterday's walk to the pond disturbed many big frogs, see the circles where they'd leaped when I got near, and I could see eyes above the surface checking for when I'd gone. The drake hurried away when he saw me.

And the linen tunic is done.

Now I need to get my pressing mojo going, and it will be ready for primetime.

Speaking of pressing, the last couple of days have acted on my life like a high wind clearing dead foliage from the trees. The bitter disappointment of the "debate", followed by the even more bitter ageism and misogynoir that followed,  even from people I'd thought better of, served as a reset in my online life. 

I take it personally when people, after a hugely successful presidency to date, saving our economy, putting us back on the world stage, are willing to throw it all away because of one fall at a fence. And then say a great president, five years younger than me, isn't up for it. When he's doing the whole job. 

And then go on to say there's no backup. As if Harris weren't there, campaigning brilliantly, crisscrossing the country. The mainstream media aren't covering her, so sheltered people who believe the newspapers think she's not out there.  She'd be a great president.  We'd be in good hands. 

I can't help thinking the people still crying after Biden himself got back up and gave a barn burner of a speech the next day, well, they'd never make it as immigrants!

The Philadelphia Inquirer, locally known as the Philly Inkwire, came out with a great editorial saying if anyone needs to step down, it's the convicted felon rapist T***p. Yay, signs of intelligent life. I hope they pick up the subscriptions the other newspaper is currently hemorrhaging.

So I've cleared away blogs and accounts which now seem to shed more heat than light.  So that's me, today. 

I don't mind disagreement. A difference between friends can teach both of them a little something, and I'm still learning. But I've definitely found out who my friends are.  And I need to protect myself from ageism. 

Happy day, everyone! Now I'm taking Sandy Boynton's advice here

Pride isn't just June. It's a lifetime. So the flag will continue after June's over.

Post Tday thoughts, visible mending, and color change

Another Thanksgiving, thankfully conducted our way, reminds me to talk about Thanksgiving as an immigrant. In our first couple of years, we were invited out, as newcomers happily learning about this unknown occasion. 

Then, like newlyweds wanting to start their own tradition, we eventually embarked on doing it ourselves, and inviting guests. I was interested in taking initiative, as members of both sides of my family had made the same journey I did, ship from Liverpool to New York harbor, in the 1850s, so I thought it was time for me to get going.

We reckoned without the indignation of several people who called to invite us. Far from being pleased they'd got us onto our own feet and modeled Thanksgiving for us, they were annoyed that we were hosting for ourselves, one even saying you can't do that, you're a guest! I even got a call  one year as I was serving up our table, complete with guests, demanding that we come over, because I probably had nothing prepared. Ah. Interesting insight there.  And there were others. I never quite fathomed what was going on, and if you can surmise, please do.

And then there are the people who, when I was widowed, invited me, saying you may as well come, nobody will notice one more! Ah again!  I think that was just an awkward way of saying it was no problem to add a guest. Except that I had a son, not part of the math. People do clumsy things with good intentions and comic results!

The Thanksgiving cactus came through

It's such a transformation from the pink buds to the coral color when they open, never fails to surprise me. That was a Christmas gift from my cleaning family last year, great gift.

And while I'm thinking about making things,  the skirt awaiting ideas, the socks finished, the comfort dolls awaiting yarn the right color for faces, I did some visible mending.

This sock is getting to be more darn than sock at this point. Here showing the other recent repair, too.

Speaking of what's going on, next time anyone tries to say we have a President who's old, a weak (they should try his schedule, it would kill them) candidate, show them these accomplishments. Not even a full term, and too many to fit in one screenshot

He also did a family Polar Bear dip yesterday. 

Happy day, everyone, enjoy your Friday, no knitting group this week, on the assumption everyone will be lying about like pythons after yesterday's feasting.