Reading: Justine Larbalestier’s How to Ditch Your Fairy is definitely one of those “how did she think of that?” books. Silly and fun. Writing: Maybe I do need to start submitting some poems. Someone recently encouraged me on one I really don’t think I should submit, since I’ve posted it here and the market it fits prefers first electronic rights. Anyhow, I’ve just written and submitted one to a (very small) contest; whatever happens there I’m pleased with the poem itself, a sonnet on a topic that’s dear to me. Knitting: Looks like I’ll have to do a couple of extra repeats on the Forest Canopy shawl – it’s only supposed to be a small ‘shoulder shawl’, but it’s looking like it will be a bit too small at the 195 stitches the pattern recommends. Two extra repeats only mean 16 more rows, but they’ll take it up to 223 stitches. Long slow rows. I hope I can get this done before Xmas so I can give it to my mother-in-law. Rowing: They call it the erg because that’s the sound you make in reaction, you know. Erggggghhh. Up to 60 km last week, 65 this week. Friday night I rowed 20 km in addition to the 8 I did before work, but it was sure nice to be able to sleep late Saturday.
Politics: Yes; it’s taking up a lot of brainspace, two days before the election. (Actually I’m in the evening of Monday, November 3rd, but since the US is so far behind us it won’t be until the middle of Wednesday that I’ll see any results.) I’ve been thinking and writing about politics a lot lately. Despite my essay on why you should vote (because Jo March would want you to), though, I’m not so worried about turnout this year. I’m more worried about how they’ll handle the turnout, and whether we’ll get clean elections in which every vote is counted honestly.
But I’m thrilled at the turnout. How many times have I watched news from another country and seen newly enfranchised voters standing in lines for hours upon hours to carry out a precious privilege? I never thought I’d see that happening in the US. Apparently all it took to make American voters care was to give them something to care about. Who knew?