My half-week staycation didn't work out too well. One day was spent working. One day was spent getting a dying car to the garage, the rest of the day buying a new car. One day staring at the wall and trying not to think too hard about the math on buying a new car. Finally, very late Friday night we said forget it and decided to go to Hannibal, MO first thing in the morning.
|Hanging with Mark Twain|
|The yarn on the left cone looks almost identical to the yarn I used to knit the Calorimetry headband below.|
Later, we found this amazing yarn bowl made by Ayres Pottery. We tucked it away on the ride home, but I managed half a row on my balcony last night before rain started. It's such a pretty purple.
I'm going to get serious now.
When we woke up on Sunday, we read the news of the Orlando shooting.
I can't get my head around it. We've been reading the stories of the victims and listening to what our politicians say. I understand the importance of the second amendment, but in the name of sanity, don't you think that James Madison and the Congressional Convention would have made a provision that kept assault rifles out of the hands of terror suspects if they could have foreseen this world?
I keep thinking of all of the LGBT friends we've had, especially our younger friends, and how often many of them went to the clubs just like Pulse. Or the time we were sitting on the patio of an LGBT coffee house and someone yelled "faggot" and fired a gun at the patio. The time I almost got fired from a department store for helping a trans woman pick out clothes. The half dozen or so kids--many of whom I barely knew--who came out to me when, in my early 20s, I seemed like the only grown up in their lives who would accept them. I think about all the people who I know now who are still afraid to come out. People who have internalized homophobia so deeply that they are destroying themselves from the inside out. I think about all of the LGBT knitters who have walked through my life and my jobs. And I think about my friends. Damn, kids. It could have been you.
This has to stop. All of it just has to stop. All of this. At all levels. You have to vote. I'm urging you to go vote this fall. Vote on the Pro-Sanity ticket. Vote to destroy the tyranny of the gun control lobby. Whether pro-gun or anti-gun, we can all agree that terrorists don't get the right to have guns. Not anymore.