After this week in the news I though we could all use a little but of Little Buddy love. With the seasons changing and an ever tiny bit of coolness creeping into the morning air, I also see changes in this little one. He is getting older, much as I hate that. He lights up my life, yet as a typical boy makes me a bit crazy. The older boys and Dad have headed off to Wisconsin for the Packers game on Sunday. So it is a boy's and women's weekend at our house according to Little Buddy. He is very much into the plural right now. Not sure who the other women are in the house but apparently there are some. He wanted a sleep over in the big bed, not the seven year old's bed so that is exactly what he got. It was fun to see his sweet face snuggled up next to me this morning when I woke up.
Onto the news, this week has been something hasn't it? Dr. Christine Blasey Ford is my hero. She spoke out in a hostile environment when she felt she had to, not because she wanted to. She was strong and eloquent, contained yet emoted her fear, anxiety, and her story. She has nothing to gain, nothing at all, which makes her more credible to me. The thing is I have never been molested or raped in the way I feel it has been defined. A reader recently sent me an email and she thought I had been. If I have alluded to this on this blog I am sorry, I am sorry if I have implied in some way that I am part of that group of women who have been so horrible wronged and violated. I have had a man expose himself to me while walking to middle school while I was alone. I have been held against my will by an older man in the ward where I was doing my psych rotation as he slathered his disgusting mouth all over mine. I have been felt up and down by men while holding up food and drinks on a tray while I was a waitress in college, of course with your hands full you can't defend yourself. I had one man feel right up my skirt on an elevator but when I turned around in that crowded space no one made eye contact with me. I had a terrible experience with a young man I had dated that visited me when I lived in Virginia and berated me for hours in a drunken stupor and then tried to force himself on me, I got away, drove him to the airport the next day morning even if he did not have a flight then called my sister and cried and cried. What I am trying to say here is that I am not special, this was the norm and it appears that it still is. We all have experienced something in our lives because we are women. And that Senate panel once again tried to make Dr Ford's story, the story of all women, something that is not important enough to even investigate until Senator Jeff Flake finally spoke up. Judge Kavanagh and Dr Ford both deserve to be heard, and their stories investigated. I have to say thank you to Dr Ford for speaking up, she will never see this blog or know me in any way, yet she moved me with her poise and determination. Okay, enough lectures here.
Memento Mori Shawl number two is finished. This is the one made specifically for Little Buddy's speech pathologist, due to her love of all things pirate. It is big, really big but light weight. Made with Malabrigo Rasta. I used up almost the entire two skeins of yarn for this project so I am guessing it used 600 yards of yarn. Oh, and I used a size H hook so the stitches are small but the drape is still lovely.
I will leave you with this photo of the boys looking at me this morning. They celebrated their 11 month birthday on Wednesday, and my Father would have been 96 yesterday. Rest in peace Dad, you are missed.
Okay, I am out of here, I have a lot of boy's and women's things to do.