She's taking it Very Seriously. She got a new sewing machine for Christmas, along with a month of sewing lessons. If she likes it, we can get her more lessons for February. The first lesson involved learning how to put a needle in the machine, how to hook up the foot pedal.
Then she went to town sewing on printed paper -- straight lines, wavy lines, star shapes. She had to stop and pivot at corners, control her speed along the way and pretty much stay on the lines. (This is one of those things where staying on the line is valued.)
I'm not sure what's up next, but I have printed out a bunch of templates for her to puncture with her machine.
I don't think it's important to agree with her politics to be incredibly pleased about Nancy Pelosi being the speaker of the house. (Of course I happen to agree with her politics, so I can say that.)
I distinctly remember the day I heard that Sandra Day O'Connor (whose politics I don't agree with) was nominated to the Supreme Court. I was in my little red Volkswagen on the campus of the University of Utah, in front of the Annex Building, listening to it on the radio, making myself late for an appointment.
I remember what I was wearing, how the air was, the texture of the seat -- because I marked it in my mind and said "I will want to remember this moment, it is important."
I had a similar experience when Geraldine Ferraro was nominated to be Walter Mondale's vice presidential running mate. (Side story is that this is how I met Granger's father -- I was wearing a Mondale/Ferraro button THAT DAY that I had made in the print shop I worked in and he stopped me to ask both why someone else in podunk southern Utah would be wearing such a button and did I have another.)
Linda Wertheimer, a commentator on NPR, did a wonderful job talking about Pelosi's swearing in and first moments of leadership. The moment that sticks in my mind is her description of Pelosi holding her youngest grandchild in one arm -- a weeks-old newborn -- while greeting new colleagues. Wertheimer says it eloquently, but it's something like it's nothing new for women to be "taking care of the children and getting the job done."
Kayla and Walter rang in the New Year with sparkler's provided by our dear friends Craig and Rena Slama. Their party is always the most fun, and we've been going every New Year's Eve since we moved here, with a couple of exceptions when we were out of town. They are the parents of one of Granger's elementary school best friends, Patrick.
For the second time in three months, we've had to have a plantar wart burned from the bottom of Kayla's right foot. It's just a regular old wart, but since it grows on the bottom (plantar) side of the foot, it's painful because it gets pushed up into the foot and can feel like there's a pebble in your shoe. The doctor took nitrous oxide and burned the spot while we slowly counted to 20. They did this in October, too, but it didn't work.
Our instructions now are to go home, pumice off the skin, apply Compound W, then a bandaid, a pad, then DUCT TAPE. We have to seal the tape around the edges of everything well so air doesn't get in, and leave it oh, three weeks or so. (We should change everything every three days, just because.)
Imagine my delight.
During the time the darn thing has been hurting, Kayla nicknamed the wart. He's a plantar wart so his name is, obviously, Farmer Joe. We held a farewell party for him in the office just before the Big Burn.