I really didn't intend to go quiet for so long, but the past week was just not kind to me. And though I kept up with your blogs, I mostly didn't take the time to comment because ... well, because.
But I have been knitting away (finished the stripey socks!), and reading, and paying attention to the world - and doing my usual amount of overthinking the little things. It's what I do.
Here are just some of the things that have passed through my brain over the past week.
-- Am I the only knitter in the world who doesn't mind purling and/or seed stitch? I've never thought purling was annoying or difficult, and I love the texture created by seed stitch. But nearly everyone I know will do anything to avoid the purl stitch, and some people will skip something entirely if seed stitch is involved.
-- Why do people want to have a gun? I know people who want/have them, but even when they give me legitimate reasons, I don't understand. I guess because I've never even been curious about or fascinated by guns at all. And I will never ever ever ever understand why individual citizens should have an assault weapon.
-- Am I the only person who doesn't care about the British Royal Family and in fact actively dislikes everything they represent? Even friends of mine who are not obsessed with them seem addicted to knowing everything they do, etc.
-- I watched a lot of the Olympics, and I enjoyed a lot of it, but why in the name of a small black dog named Pete did it seem that the bulk of the events covered were snowboarding? I do not wish ill to snowboarders or their activity, but there are other sports, and I would have liked to seen more of them. Even those where (gasp!) there was not a touching/tragic/American human interest story.
-- Dystopian books/novel/plays do nothing for me. It would be hard for me to find them more annoying.
-- Why does everything have to be a MAJOR THING these days? Can't things happen, or can't people have experiences, without it becoming somehow Very Important or Extremely Symbolic?
-- Following up on that, why are stupid people famous and even worse, admired? Not that I want them rounded up and shot (well .... no, no I don't), but why are they so celebrated? Smart people - heck, even just average people with sense - are looked on with suspicion or even mocked.
-- Also, you will never convince me that it is a bad thing to be a feminist.
OK, I've gotten all of that off my chest. Time to leave for my appointment with the eye doctor, and then on to the hilarity and wonderfulness of the work day. [insert sarcasm]
Happy March, Happy Friday, and here's to a wonderful weekend!