Thursday, September 08, 2005

Weirdness du jour.

Okay, I'm not a tinfoil hat conspiracy person and I doubt there's any malice behind this, but, damn, it makes no sense. Bush's Declaration of Emergency.

I suspect it's because they just really are geographically challenged:
Right city, wrong state.

The second story kinda explains the first - Bush is a delegator, not a leader - it would not occur to him to take an interest and ask whether a document handed to him for signature was thorough enough, or even accurate. He Has People to do that, you know. Like Mr. Brown, the "horse lawyer" who, as it turns out, went to a 3rd rate unaccredited law school in Oklahoma. So yeah, Dubya just responded true to form - the biggest natural disaster to hit us in generations, if not ever, and it wasn't important enough to interrupt vacation. If only somebody had told him a brain-dead patient was on a feeding tube in a hospice there, just to get his attention. Like one of those feathered toys on a fishing pole you wave in front of a cat.

One of my co-workers is on her way to MS - she has a lot of family there - towing a trailer of shelter supplies. I hit Costco and Target and picked up some stuff to add to the load - Costco, surprisingly, let me down, they didn't have the multi-packs of toothbrushes and toothpaste I've seen there before. I hope it's because they've been donated elsewhere.

Knitting - progress on the green linen feather and fan baby blanket. I think it will take all 4 skeins - I'm making it a generous 36 inches wide, because I think a blanket should be big enough to actually WRAP the baby. I read the dimensions on some patterns and think "What the hell is it, a burp cloth?" This will be a 36 inch square, and since linen relaxes even more with washing it will probably end up at 40 inches, but it's so light and lacy, it will be just right as a pretty baby wrapper.

It's not easy being green - remember, oh few and faithful longtime readers, the Debbie Bliss sweater I'd started for Girlchild in Cashmerino? I got only so far on it, held up the pieces, thought it looked a bit skimpy, and set it aside until I could measure it against Girlchild's tall and broad-shouldered former butterfly swimmer's back, before I put any further time and effort into what I suspected was a too-small sweater. So we measured, and it's skimpy and 4 INCHES TOO SHORT! I made the largest size, I don't have enough yarn to add length and it would throw off the proportions of the sweater if I did, so it's destined for the frog pond. Heavy Sigh.

And Ophelia is now a hurricane, and the general consensus is "We have no freaking idea where it is going." It's way too early to know, but by Sunday we should have an idea of whether it will screw up next week.

2 comments:

  1. Don't blame FEMA for not knowing the differnece between Charleston SC and Charleston WV, quite a few people make the same mistake. But you would think they would at least have a map. And we all know that the Shrub is lousy at geography. He probably figureg the coastal parishes were no longer there so he didn't need to include them in the emegerency.

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  2. Call me overly-critical, but if you are putting sick people on an airplane, you ought to know where you are sending it! It's one thing to confuse the Charlestons in conversation, "Oh, I love South Carolina!" "No, I meant the one in West Virginia." It is something else to do it with an aircraft. Like, don't you have to file flight plans and shit?

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