Annie Knits: Not Even a Drive-By Post

I know. I haven't even accomplished that since the beginning of this month. How about bullets then, so my thoughts can be disjointed and it won't interfere with coherence.

The new drive to Dear Son's school is killing me. I spend two more hours in the car every day now than I did last school year. Those were, apparently, the hours I spent doing laundry and blogging. No whining though. I've not gotten into a car-pool yet, and there are several, as we are kind of enjoying the time together and I'm getting to spend a lot more time with my Audible.com book cue. Anna Karenina is up now. (BTW -- that snoozer is classified under Audible Kids. Are they kidding? I mean, I'm kind of enjoying it and not having to read all the extra words and not being able to nod off in the middle of a soliloquy on Communist philosophy is a plus and the narrator is excellent, but kids? I don't think so. This book's got nothing on Twilight.)
The political and financial situation in this country right now is freaking me out. To whit: Why are we giving dishonest stock brokers and weak dealing bankers money for making asses of themselves and us? (Oh, I know -- it's something about worldwide financial collapse, but still...) Does Governor Palin's voice grate on anyone else like it grates on me? (Oh, gosh, cheap shot. Ok. Can I object then to the newfound Republican sensitivity to sexism? Yeah, my politics are no secret, never have been.)
And did you hear about the older woman in North St. Louis County who got the phone call telling her to write in Hilary Clinton for president? The caller id said the call came from an equipment company near Kansas City, the owner of which claims it did not. The news speculated (with phone line evidence) that the call was masked and came from a local Republican group trying to undermine the Democratic ticket. Nice.
We lost power for a little while last Sunday as the remnants of Ike blew through. There was pretty major flooding and I think 6 people lost their lives to rushing water and falling limbs. Such a tragedy. Several of my family in the Columbus, Ohio area have been out of power since Sunday night. Do you have power back yet, Mom? And this is to say nothing of the devastation in Texas and the Gulf area. That storm was a doozy.

I've been spinning. A lot. I've got about 12 1/2 ounces of this yarn that averages out at 10 wraps per inch, maybe a heavy worsted? It's a gorgeous, shiny gun metal gray shot through with light gray and a little brown.

It's spun woolen and omg. I love it. I really just fluff it straight out of the bag and it's pretty clean -- see?

Enough for a jacket is my goal. I think I have enough fleece, don't you?

Every time I pull a handful of fleece out of this bag, it grows. That's my kind of fleece.

Did I tell you about this fleece? Corriedale lamb, 4 pounds of fleece, cleaned but not combed or carded. Yum.

I've got more -- Bridgett's been over to spin, Rachel is dying lots of yarn and will be at Strange Folk at the end of the month, my brother's book comes out next month. But these things will have to wait because I have to go drive somewhere. Of course.