May some one, even the Christian God, have mercy on the souls of Senators DeMint and Kyl. I was sitting in my chair the other day, minding my own business, being a fairly peaceful Christian, when I heard some one babbling on about it being un-Christian to work during Christmas week. Surely my hearing hadn't deteriorated that much nor was my preoccupation that great that I could have possible misunderstood the speaker? No I hadn't.
The far right has a new twist on "my mother won't let me do this" or in my children's case "you don't understand; your mother isn't German." It blames not wanting to work during Christmas week--and attempting on gumming up the works--on Jesus being offended if they work during Christmas week. And here is the proof that I wasn't going bonkers. Found it on Politico. Manu Raju wrote in the Politco:
"Sen. Jim DeMint (R-S.C.) called Democrats' push to force through an arms control treaty and an omnibus spending bill right before Christmas "sacrilegious," and warned he'd draw the process out to wage his objections. “We shouldn’t be jamming a major arms control treaty up against Christmas; it’s sacrilegious and disrespectful," he told POLITICO. "What's going on here is just wrong. This is the most sacred holiday for Christians. They did the same thing last year - they kept everybody here until [Christmas Eve] to force something down everybody's throat. I think Americans are sick of this."
DeMint’s comments echo those of Senate Minority Whip Jon Kyl (R-Ariz.) who said Tuesday that Reid’s voting schedule is impossible to accomplish “without disrespecting one of the two holiest of holidays for Christians.”
Let us pray that neither DeMint nor Kyl need to be hospitalized during the Christmas Holidays for if I follow their argument to its conclusion then their mere usage of hospital services on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day would make them commit a sin by having Hospital staff to tend to their ailments. Oh I forgot, their argument only pertains to senators who want to delay making decisions. That Senators DeMint and Kyl is the ultimate definition of hypocrisy.
Oh and lest I forget, wasn't Christ to bring peace to earth? What better time to sign an arms control treaty than Christmas. Just shaking my head, muttering to myself and going back under my warm blanket.
Some days I don't know why I take a particular photo or save it for that matter, but this one came in handy today. It expresses exactly how I feel.
Today was one of those days where things went to hell in a hand basket.
Twelve days before Christmas: the wood pellet heating system crashed and won't come on again, and it'll be around 10 degrees F (-10 degrees C) over night, the Propane Tank is almost empty and probably won't get filled till mid-week. (Of course since this is Sunday, I won't be able to call the company until tomorrow and since they are out of town, thinking that they will be able to come by mid-week may be too positive. The snow plower had to come to plow out the drive way to the road and the property taxes must, and I mean must, be paid by December 31st. And all this on a fixed income. I wish somebody would adopt me.
On top of all of that my former life partner is back in my life, sort of; she is under hospice care in a nursing home and since she has no one to take care of things, I am it. Why didn't some one tell me when I was born prematurely so many years ago, and babies like me usually didn't survive, that I should take the hint. But noooooooooooo, I had to be oppositional and stubborn. So now you understand why I am showing this photo. Some critter left it in my front yard two summers ago.
But then I found this photo of my Maine Coon mix and little Mikey, a "Shitanese" (Shitzu and Pekingese mixture). And he was a little sh... with a Napoleon complex, marking his territory too numerously. But he was a cutie and the picture is not staged except for the snow flake frame.
On the knitting front, I have three shawls to block. One scarf which I just finished today needs to be washed and blocked and another one finished post haste. I also need to take photos of the scarves and of a third scarf and wrist warmers which I knit for myself. Of course if my middle daughter sees it and feels it's soft enough, it might not belong to me for very long. Oh well, what else are mothers for. Come to think of it, I did the same thing to my mother.
So hopefully, there'll be some eye candy before Christmas.
With the economic times as they are, I am becoming more and more the "old German." The German of my mother and relatives who saved and scrimped and reused as a matter of necessity and later it became second nature. The socks are a testament to that behavior. They are the third in the series of Kissing Cousins. (For those outside of the US who are not familiar with this expression, kissing cousins are relatives who are related very distantly.) Unfortunately, we have had an attack of the dreaded wool moth in our household. Thus, a lot of small skeins of hand-dyed, hand-spun yarn have been reduced to pieces of yarn of various lengths. The yarn was too nice, and too much work had gone into it, to just throw it out. An Internet group of sock knitters using left-overs to knit socks, by making Russian joins, gave me the idea to use up this yarn, after a trip to the freezer. The socks are for my youngest daughter who loves funky, mismatching socks and deserves the fruits of her labors since she is the dyer and spinner in the family. I used 3.25 mm needles and two threads of differently dyed yarns.
The second pair of socks are knit with the new Plymouth Zino yarn. While it is labeled as sock yarn, Plymouth support patterns show mitts, hats, scarves, etc. The yarn does not have good stitch definition, and I am not sure if I would make socks out of it again. It is machine washable and dryable. The finished surface is slightly fuzzy. I have some of the skein left, and one of these days I will try knitting a sample with various patterns to make sure the yarn behaves as I think it will.
The completed pair of socks. The yarn makes it fairly easy to make two matching socks.
And here is Zappelmann (Mr. Fidgety) who is slightly perturbed at my having usurped his blanket for these photographs. He's ready to cuddle under it again.
A retired psychologist living in North Western Michigan. I was born in Calw, Baden Wuerttemberg and lived in Bad Teinach for a while. I've also lived in Zweibruecken, Germany, southern and northern England and in the US in California, Ohio and finally ended up in Michigan.