Gray and blue

Well, I was feeling decently happy this weekend, after the country-wide excitement of election night, with Obama's rousing speech, not to mention the cessation of stupid campaign commercials. (It makes me MAD to think of all the millions spent on stupid, negative ads to sway voters, and what all that money could have been used for to actually do good.)

Sure it's been gray and dumping inches of rain, but I finished my sweater (except the hunt for buttons has thus far been completely fruitless, and I can't block it until I have buttons). Gymnastics has been going well; I can now do two back handsprings in a row on the trampoline-track, though my front tuck flip needs work (I'm doing weird, twiddly arm circles like I'm trying to swim myself through the air). We were going to take the dogs out to the woods again this morning, but the weather didn't cooperate.

So we're just sitting at home, having a cozy weekend. I made spinach/ feta/ phyllo pie (like spanikopita, but without all the folding) and baklava last night, and we are having ribs tonight. We've got a nice fire going in the garage stove, and R is slow-baking some ribs for dinner tonight. I'm putting together a knitting binder to keep my information in one place and dreaming about all the yarn I covet.

Then I learn my aunt has fairly advanced colon cancer. Good feelings gone.