Much reading chez Ravelled; some knitting, too.

I refer you to my friend Francis’s recent post. And, separately, to the article to which he links. Which I read in its entirety. All 66 e-pages. Accompanied by much sighing, occasional mental
“are we there yet?”s, and occasional breaks for Sudoku or Mah-Johngg Toy Chest. A long, long article in the sense that childbirth is a long, long process. And possibly in its own way, equally worthwhile.

The author keeps returning to the principle that the family is the cornerstone of civilization and must be protected. I would have argued with much of what he says, had I read this thirty years ago. But now as I watch my grandchildren growing up in a world that is more unabashedly sinful than the one I grew up in, I think he is right on the money.

Thank you, Francis. My brain hurts from putting more pieces together, and I am severely in need of chocolate, but I feel both a little smarter and a little wiser than when I woke up this morning, and I know where the happy chocolate lives...

Knitting content. We need knitting content.



This is a [white, really!] washcloth, beribboned to a book. The tub is filling, and I need to be out the door in about ten minutes for BittyBit’s birthday party. BestFriend is coming over this afternoon, and I have an optional potluck with the singles tonight.

And sometime between now and 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, I need to put together the Gospel Doctrine lesson.