Japan's nuclear meltdown

I grew up with the threat of nuclear oblivion. I remember 3 Mile Island, Chernobyl. I've paid attention to the times/places developing nuclear material. I have really good friends and family members who relied on nuclear for work or service. I remember interviews with survivors of Heroshima and surviving tourists watching tests in the deserts of the southwest.

I watch what's going on in Japan, and I mourn for the innocence of a generation behind me, who didn't really, really understand how sticky and dangerous this stuff is. For the dust that will fall all over the world and how that will change, in little and large ways, our globe and our global awareness.

I turn inward and send my thoughts and deepest intentions for a healthy earth, for peace.

Socks

I've been knitting socks. Like crazy. I am on a "pre-40" quest to bring my lifestyle, health, and body, in alignment with my interests and ability to keep up with my Tot.

This isn't the time to buy clothes.

So I'm knitting socks.

People think it's amazing that I'm knitting socks. We have a Monday noon craft time here in our building, and people are so excited that I'm making them, they are really almost freaked out. I've been literally knitting since I was... 10 or so. And doing all kinds of other tasks long before that, including crocheting book marks for everyone in the world, and making corkscrew things for one of my dad's projects (snakes for Medusa. Really.)

So, here's to my quest to wear only hand made socks until I have to buy a whole new wardrobe....