Two more weeks until I start my job. I hope you are all taking meaures to prevent yourselves suffering Witty Knitter withdrawal, as I expect I may not be blogging as often, at least until I get into the groove. Joe took a blogging break for a few days last week, and he reports that people were quite rude about it. Being a nice man he didn't make their comments public. Ah, the downside of fame.
Talking about Joe, and the marriage on Sunday in Massachusetts of my good frinds Peg and Deb (way to go grrls!), reminds me that the gay marriage issue has raised its head in Australia. Our beloved Prime Minister, John Howard, intends to amend the federal Marriage Act to specify that marriage must be between a man and a woman. [Insert loud noises of raspberry blowing here.] Worse, the Opposition isn't going to make an issue of it. How weird is that? I can only hope that they are refusing to give Howard a ready-made divisive issue to take to the election (which will be held in the next few months), but will unamend the legislation as soon as they become government. Some commentators agree with that view.
The letters in the Sydney Morning Herald are almost entirely against the government on this. Of course, they don't care, because they are Right. In every sense of that word. The Treasurer, Peter Costello, made a speech over the weekend, at the National Day of Thanksgiving Commemoration (of which, I confess to being entirely ignorant - what were we nationally giving thanks for, I wonder?). If you want the edited text it is on the smh site, but his context is that of our Christian heritage - he points out that this would be a very different country if it had been settled by Muslims from Asia than it is because it was settled by Christians from Europe. How can I argue with that? But I will quote you these paragraphs:
"And this is the point I would like to make. There are many that have not, in their hearts, acquiesced to the kind of decay which is apparent around us. They do not believe it is right. They earnestly pray for the expansion of faith and yearn for higher standards.
"They are law-abiding, taxpaying workers who want their marriages to stay together, their children to grow up to be healthy and useful members of society, and their homes to be happy. They care deeply about our society.
"These people will not get their names in the media. They will not be elected to anything. But they are the steadying influence to our society when it shakes with moral turbulence. They embody the character and the traditions of our valuable heritage."
I will refrain from correcting his grammatical errors, but I would like to add one sentence "And many of them are gay." Except, of course, that gay people are, per se, part of this decay. Even if they fit all the other criteria he lists. Like I do. My ideas of what constitutes moral decay may differ from his - it might include lying by cabinet ministers, for example. But I do care as deeply about society as anyone in the room her was adressing, and I yearn for higher standards in many areas of Australian life.
What a load of poppycock this all is! Let's talk about something else we all care about deeply.
Knitting: I went to the sale at Tapestry Craft in the city on Saturday and was very restrained. All I bought was some Cleckheaton tencel & wool mixture (70% tencel, 30% wool) in a slivery green colour. Seemed to me there woldn't be quite enough in the 12 balls they had in the same dyelot, so i bought one more in a darker shade. Another dressy jumper for work, and it was less than half-price for the ten-pack.
Then Sandra and I headed on to SSK. It was a small gathering; only five of us, and very quiet and pleasant it was too. And I finally got round to having the goat's cheese and tomato 'tarte tatin' with rocket salad, and it was a taste sensation! The tart was delicious, but the salad was better. To my surprise it had, with the rocket, goat's cheese, pears and walnuts in a vinagrette dressing. I don't even like pears, or walnuts, but it was so yummy I can taste it still.
I thought I had nearly finished the back of my modular cardi, until I checked my stitch count. This is a very unforgiving pattern: you have to have exactly the same number of stitches on each side of the back when you finally close the U-shaped gap - it should be 54 by my reckoning. One side had 54 and one side had 58. So I frogged the whole of the large back section. This time I'll check my stitch count every few rows. Promise.