Field and Fen

Thinking about reading, especially enjoyable on my Kindle, I reacquired a complete Austen, and now I've added a complete Dickens.

He wrote enough to keep me occupied. I really liked Bleak House best, read on my own time. Now that they're not set books for school, the kiss of death, I hope to enjoy revisiting others. No exam looming at the end.

I'm not really worried about running out of things to do, what with the knitting and stitching and other fiber adventures. 

And the occasional musical interlude, like this one, through which I stumbled rustily.

For them as wants to know, today I'm wearing the little jacket I hand stitched from homewoven fabric Joanne gave me. 

It's soft and friendly, very nice to wear, and I think of the weaver every time I put it on. 

In other planning, my ballot arrived. The joy of being able to vote for a woman for President.

And our county literally sends every election on request including the little known Fire District. All counties don't do this. 

I'm showing you my lineup so you can see, in the blue column, the lovely racial and gender intersections in my region.  

I'm undyingly proud of being part of the group of activists who made mail-in universal in NJ, who got ballot cure -- the ability to correct a mistake without voiding the vote -- and drop boxes, to work around the USPS. Yay us. Or rather yay Winn Khung, grassroots leader.