With a small d: I've been cycling through my WIPs, giving each of them a bit of my time in a most egalitarian fashion. OK, not quite. No action on the baby blanket, the Brotherman socks, or the recycled cardie. But equal time for Zephyr, Lily, Must-Have, bad-karma scarf and Secret Project. That's a needle range from US7 to US13, and my Clover cord-maker is in on the action, too. I may even add some crocheted edging to the scarf (to ensure getting done with all that yarn. I'll hope to flip its negative energy by donating it to the Mardi Gras silent auction at my church.)
And with a big D: This run for the presidential nomination is getting interesting. I remain in the undecided camp; the Dean emails go unread since Yahoo decided they belong in the bulk bin and I didn't argue. Despite his photogenic nature and familiar accent, John Edwards, in my opinion, is not quite ready for prime time. Earlier this week I had a message on my voice-mail promoting Wes Clark, a testimonial from some vet that I didn't listen to because I am such a dove. (It took a while for the guy to mention Clark, so I kept hitting the speed-up button because that's the only way to get to the delete option.) I found the call surprising because our primary is still three weeks away, and the general is not exactly a frontrunner. I've never actually voted in a primary. I don't think I'm registered with a party affiliation (although I'm pretty clearly a Yellow Dog Democrat, having voted for the party's nominee for the White House since 1980) and I can't recall if Virginia held one in '92, the last time the field was this large. I'm interested in giving it a go on 2/10, but I need to get some research under my belt (now that's a weird aphorism -- is it about eating? I don't have time to research that right now) between now & then, get to know this Comeback Kerry . . .