Erica’s Blog

This was an experiment.  I was trying to make a flower brooch for the boutique.  It looks more like a Tribble.  I can’t decide whether or not to felt it, but I probably will.  If it looks really horrible when it’s done, I’ll just give it to Thing Two for a cat bed for her toy cats.

I’m working on another one that I think will be a bit more what I had in mind.  I hope.

[NOTE to Grandma:  No matter WHAT she says to you, don't buy Thing Two any more cats!  She counted them the other day.  Between stuffed animals and little plastic Barbie pet cats, etc., she's got 20 cats.  20.  NO MATTER WHAT she says, don't buy her any more.  Please.  You see, when I told her "NO more cats!", she said, "Grandma will get me some..."]

Tuesday knit night was small, but fun with much laughter.  Between election day and who knows what, there were only four of us — Jeannette, Rita, The Amazing Helga, and me.  OK, I knew Helga was a really good knitter, but then I saw her blog.  The woman’s a Master Knitter, I’m telling you!  I feel honored that she consorts with the likes of us.  Please, go to her blog and check out the papoose she made for her daughter.  Look at it.  Think it’s beautiful.  Then, remember that she knit it double while it was inside out with one end closed.  Without a pattern.  So, while she was knitting that fabulous Fair Isle pattern, all she could see was the floats.  Now, be amazed by it.  I still can’t wrap my brain around the idea.  Oh, and if you can’t cope with the German blog, click on “Translate This Page” to see the software hack the English. 

 Yarn?  What yarn?  Ohhhhhhhh, that yarn.  Well, you see, when Helga came to knit night, she brought this box of cotton chenille that needed a good home.  She was just giving it away.  If we didn’t take it, she was going to throw it away!  I’m sorry, but I’m just a sucker for yarn that needs a good home.  So, Rita took a little, and I took this little bit.  Jeannette took the rest, some of which will go to a group that makes and donates caps for chemo patients. 

  Now, for this yarn.  A while back, when Jeannette gave me that big bag of yarn, it included those two bottom balls.  These are the ones she said I was to use to make a cape for her Chihuahua.  Last night, she picked the top one from Helga’s stash and said it could be a contrast color for the cape. 

Time to get going on the cape…well, maybe after I get more done for the boutique.  We decided that I should adapt the Bull’s Eye pattern from the Posh Pooches book.  Should be interesting…

Oh, and Jeannette convinced me not to frog the multi-directional diagonal scarf.  I’m going to wait till I have something appropriate to finish it with.  If I have enough, I may frog back just a bit and make it longer; we’ll see.

Yes, folks, today I’m suffering from P.E.D.S. — Post-Election Depression Syndrome.  (OK, I made that up, but if they can have Post-Election Trauma Syndrome in FL, I can have this in CA.)

While I had opinions on just about everything on our ballot yesterday (I know — me with an opinion, such a surprise!), the one that mattered to me most 1) as a human being (“Having been a fetus, I oppose abortion.”), 2) as a Christian, and 3) as a parent, was the law that would have required a pregnant minor’s parents be notified 48 hours prior to her getting an abortion.  It didn’t even require the parents’ permission, just their notification. 

Well, it lost.  It was close, but it did lose.  I’m just sick about it.  I just don’t understand what people are thinking.  No matter what your conviction may be about the morality of abortion, this is ridiculous.  Parents must give their permission for a minor to have ANY other kind of major medical procedure done.  Why on God’s green earth should this be an exception?  Parents of minors are held responsible for them.  If a pregnant minor had an abortion w/o telling her parents, didn’t get appropriate after-care, had complications, and died, the parents would be held responsible, even if they hadn’t been told that she wanted to get an abortion.  This is totally ridiculous!!

Thanks to yesterday’s election, an off-duty cop can’t bring his licensed, unconcealed gun into SF with him.  Try finding a cop who’ll enforce THAT one.

Thanks to the Ninth Circuit Court, we have incredible stupidity going on in the schools:  There was a school that was going to conduct a survey of first-, second-, and third-grade students.  Notification was sent home to the parents, however, the nature of the survey was not spelled out.  When the survey was conducted, it contained questions such as “Do you ever have sexual fantasies?”  When the children came home and told their parents, the parents, understandably, went totally ballistic.  The parents sued the school district.  They lost.  They LOST.  The judge hearing the case declared that parents are not their children’s sole teachers regarding sexuality or anything else.  Do you see what this sets the stage for?  Thank God I don’t live actually in San Francisco w/the homosexual agenda in the schools.

Oh, and as we were talking about election stuff, Helga was visibly shocked to hear that we don’t have to show picture ID in order to vote. Make that two non-citizens in one day who couldn’t believe our stupid lack of rules.  Maybe I should go join Zib in Italy…

Yes, folks, the world, and CA in particular, is going to hell in a handbasket.  Quickly.

Have a nice day.