And what I want for Christmas? Other than world peace and all that stuff? Blocking tools. Seriously. Wires. Pins. Mats. A ball winder. Maybe another set of stitch markers. And a comprehensive lesson in chart-reading, which apparently I am incapable, thus far, of doing. That's it.
No more stretching things out on towels and hoping for the best:
And on another, different, note, there was a piece in the New Yorker a couple weeks back, on the eve of our mayoral election, that seemed to sum up my somewhat conflicted feelings about Mayor Mike:
"In broad outline, New Yorkers know all this. We know that we’re bought and paid for. We know that there is something unseemly, even humiliating, about submitting ourselves to be ruled by the richest man in town. We know that the muscling aside of term limits, whatever the law’s merits, was a travesty. We know that the Mayor’s campaign this time has been puzzlingly, pettily negative. Yet we will, most of us, troop to the polls on Tuesday and pull the lever for Mayor Mike. The truth is that Michael Bloomberg has been a very good mayor. The record is mixed, of course, but the mixture is largely positive...
If Bloomberg had been satisfied with two terms, he would be leaving office a beloved legend, a municipal god. He’ll get his third, but we’ll give it to him sullenly, knowing that while it probably won’t measure up to his first two—times are hard, huge budget gaps are at hand—it’ll probably be good enough. The Pax Bloombergiana will endure a while longer. But then what? Will we have forgotten how to govern ourselves?"
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