Well, October came and went…quickly. It was a crazy month for me with my very first ever trip to Washington DC. I still need to put up the second post of that trip! While I didn’t blog every day like I had intended, I did blog more than I have in years. I found that I missed it and it was such a creative release for me. I think it was the jump start that I needed to get back on the regular posting that I used to it. And that brings me to National Blog Posting Month or NaBloPoMo. I don’t know if it is still a thing, but years ago, November was the big month for blogging every day. It goes along with National Novel Writing Month. I am going to do NaBloPoMo, even if it is unofficial, and while I won’t post every day, I would like to try and post three times a week. Not sure if it will be a scheduled post situation, or what, although that would be easy to manage.
Today Amanda and I stopped to vote and say this sign on the library book drop. (Makes you shake your head doesn’t it?) How many people put their ballots in the book drop before they had to put up a sign? Consider this your public service notice to go vote!
Amanda and I are planning on going to the local Dia de los Muertos Festival tomorrow evening if it isn’t raining, and Saturday if it rains tomorrow. I can’t wait for the photos from that! In the meantime, here is a photo of Saga in the bathtub. Just just slid down and let us bathe her…the only lab that we have ever had to do that. Made the bath easier for sure!
Way back in 2004, this blog started out as a knitting blog and as a way to keep my family back in Louisiana and Georgia updated. I started out on Blogger, then moved to Typepad, and then finally to a hosted website. I’ve got versions of this blog saved on my server, but some content was lost in the migration from Typepad years ago. Actually, I should see if my Typepad account is still active..or even if they still exist. Anyway, it was through Hurricane Knitters (do they still exist?) on the internet that I met up with who would turn out to be my first friends in Florida, Linda and Kathleen. (the blog came later). Funny story, that was just so Linda, The first time we met up (for the life of me, I can’t remember where that was, but maybe a Starbucks, but for some reason, Troyer’s Dutch Kitchen is sticking in my head, but that can’t be right) Linda took one look at this hat I was knitting for my then toddler niece and declared that I was knitting wrong. She was absolutely right, I WAS! I had taught myself to knit from the internet and books and I was knitting through the back loop! Everything was twisted! Linda was very direct…she was a native of New Jersey after all, but she was such a great resource and willing to share her vast knowledge with us. She had a stash ROOM in her house that would make a yarn store envious and when she traveled to South America, she brought me back some beautiful green yarn that I can’t bear to knit or part with. You see, Linda died of lung cancer in 2011 and no matter how many times I clean out my bins of yarn, that yarn goes back in the bin. One day I’ll make something from it and think of Linda every time I do. I also have some yarn that was dyed in her honor by Three Irish Girls for A Good Yarn in Sarasota, and one day, I’ll knit some socks, because Linda was the one that talked me into taking the plunge into sock knitting.
I miss my friend Kathleen, who up and moved to Colorado where she can actually wear what she knits! I am so envious of all of her photos of real fall and snow in the winter. (And her chickens!) I don’t know how I would fare with the snow, but I’d like to at least knit more than socks and the occasional wrap that I can use maybe two months out of the year. She was and still is a great source of inspiration to me and one of my greatest cheerleaders when I decided to go crazy and host a swap called the Hurricane Sock Party Anyone who reads this remember that? I believe that had to be 2005 or 2006 and that got written up in Southern Living. (PS, she’s from New Jersey too!) . Linda, Kathleen and I used to have the best time together and I hope to get out an visit her some day.
I mention Linda and Kathleen specifically because they were my my first knitter friends, and who were the first ones who encouraged my knitting and taught me really how to knit. I made some awesome friends through knitting and through the internet. Some I’m still friends with to this day, and some we are no longer in touch, which makes me sad for many reasons.
I think what I’m missing most is the knitting community as it used to be on the internet. Maybe it’s still there, I don’t know. I know the days of blogs have seemed to have waned, but I think it might be making a comeback. Maybe I’ve been away too long, and it’s still there, I’m just not as into as I was before I had a full time job. I know Ravelry was a game changer for the knitting community. I don’t know what I’m looking for or why I’m out of sorts. Maybe I’m looking to simplify things, maybe I want to go back to life when I blogged, knit, and read books. I don’t know, maybe I have way too much on my plate right now and I just want things to be like they used to. Maybe I just need to reassess my life, and figure out what it is important. (Don’t we all?! lol) Anyway, enough with me thinking out loud, if you have any knitting blogs that are worth following, leave a comment. I’d love to be inspired again.
I did not mean to take nearly a week off, but after last weekend’s whirlwind trip to Washington DC and getting back to work, it just threw me off. Now that I have had some time to decompress and think about my trip, I have all sorts of thoughts. The one thing that I wanted to do was to see the National Archives. I wanted to see the Decvlaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. (Ok, so I wanted to pretend that I was in the middle of National Treasure…lol). I got off the flight, shuttled to the Gaylord National, checked in and was in an Uber about 20 minutes after I made it to my room. I had the nicest Uber driver and we talked all the way to the Archives. I only had about four hours to do any sightseeing that I wanted to so I knew that I would barely scratch the surface. No photos were allowed at all, so this is the only one I was able to get!
What can I saw, I wanted to cry. All of my life, I have been a history junkie. I have taught Civics and I have taught my students that the way to change history and to change what they don’t like about laws is to learn about the Constitution. Standing there in front of these documents that people have fought and died for was almost overwhelming. It was also pretty powerful to stand there during this time of turmoil in our country when it feels like our rights and ideals are being eroded by the very people that swore on oath to defend them. I think every single one of our elected officials, and ESPECIALLY the current occupant of the White House needs to take a trip down to the Archives and stand in front of them and ask themselves are they in our government to protect and defend the Constitution or are they there for their own selfish reasons? IF they aren’t there for the right reasons then they need to leave. (Steps off soapbox)
After the Archives, I started walking towards Capitol Hill. Can’t be that far right? I’m not sure how far it was, maybe a mile? It was farther away than it looked, but the weather was beautiful with a nice breeze so it was a nice walk.
Random thought. I thought the Rotunda would be bigger. LOL. I don’t if it was the perspective, or what, but I always pictured this building to be somehow ‘bigger’ than what it is. Isn’t that a crazy thought? Maybe I’ve been watching too must West Wing and Designated Survivor (that might not be the best example as in the first episode, the Capitol was blown up).
After that walk, I turned around and walked down the hill, then up a hill…in the wind…towards the mall and the Smithsonian Castle. By now it was after 2 and an I hadn’t anything to eat or drink since some coffee and half a croissant at the Tampa airport. I was very surprised that there was no restaurants anywhere near where I was. Maybe they were a few streets over, but I think I would have killed for a Starbucks! Instead I found a cafe inside the Hirshhorn Modern Art Museum and managed to not die. After twenty minutes debating whether I should just call and Uber and go back to the hotel, I decided “nah, I’m in DC, you can walk some more.” So….off I went to the Smithsonian Castle. I new that I didn’t have any time to really visit, so I took a few photos and headed over to the Natural History Museum where I felt like I should be in Night at the Museum. (This is sad, all my reference points are from movies). I’m going to leave you for now with a few of those photos. You can click on them for the larger images. Part two tomorrow.