Sick of the socks...

I am diligently working on the pair of socks for DH. I selected a color that he would like to wear, not a color that I would like to knit with. What was I thinking? Duh! Of course, if they were a color I liked, they might be mine. Once again, duh! I am getting ready to travel (fly) with my knitting for the first time since the 911 issue.

I am not a racist, and I want to be safe while travelling just as much as the next guy, but all right already! The airline authorities should stop window dressing safety checks to protect their profits, and start addressing the real issue. To date, the vast majority of the people that have hijacked and crashed planes are of Arab descent. I am sorry that innocent Arabs would be offended, but thing of it like this...

If the blue M&Ms in the bag keep getting out and staining your carpet, are you going to harrass the yellow and red M&Ms for good measure just in case they get out of line? No, you would address your situation with the real problem, the blue M&Ms. So let's stop pussyfooting around the safety and travelling issues, and check the Arab passengers over, and then over and above that anyone who appears to be behaving in a suspicious manner. Not just randon seat numbers because the attackers on 911 weren't random. For God sakes!, we are at war, we know who we are at war with. Let's identify our problem and handle it decisively! Off the soap box, and onto the chores. If I wanted to really protest something, it would be housework that jacks with my knitting time!

Over and out, off to pack!

Moving, moving, moving. No time for my damn knitting, RAW HIDE!

Let's open up the flood gates of joy and start packing for the land of sand, scorpions, and sin! The temperature is also hotter than Hell, it is probably literally hotter than the temperature of Hell there. DH got the big promotion, and with it comes a transfer to Las Vegas, and ultimately to California. The parts of the family that know of the move aren't so crazy about it, the parts that don't are taking it pretty well - at least until they know too... So far, I have gotten bad looks, hissy fits, and even received a dutch rub! It is quite a thing when I am the best behaved person in the room! I have just noticed, too many exclamation points today. Well hell, it's just that kind of a day, and you guessed it, not a stitch of knitting has been done.

Grandma H's Grandpa W passed away yesterday, went to visit, took my knitting, but didn't really do any. Too much commotion. I did see a lovely sweater that my DM was working on, and nearly finished too, and all this time I thought she was such a fast knitter. Pee shaw!!! I looked at those unassembled pieces and realized she isn't really so fast, she is just narrow, and there just isn't that much to KNIT when you are so narrow! For all I know, that skinny woman may be slow - a slow knitter that is...

Signing off to knit a bit, over and out.

p.s. The socks are coming out okay. Sometimes I amaze myself...