Definitely a Sweater of Many Years...at Least 34 Years, But I Still Pull It Out on the Extreme Days. Irish Knit. Aran Islands Proud

I was 19 years old when I lived in London and traveled to Dublin, Galways, the Aran Islands, and the eastern seaboard. I also had no money and had to be thrifty, so when I found an Irish-knit sweater in Galway (no idea what I paid), I picked it up. I used it as temperatures fluctuated, and it came back to be to Binghamton, then to Louisville, back to Syracuse, and now in Stratford. It shows no sign of wear and tear and I have to think, "Why aren't we all making clothing that lasts this long?" It's sustainable (and warm) on all levels.

My Saturday was uneventful. I went to the store to get carrots but now realize I never got carrots. Oh, well. I seared a rib tip roast, then baked it in the oven, and served it with green beans and mashed potatoes. I also picked up a horseradish sauce and rolls for sandwiches during the week. I followed online recommendations, but was saddened that it probably cooked too long as it was just barely pink. I wanted it medium rare. It's still delicious, though.

I also worked on Monday's class which will have to be asynchronous with the University being closed and put away laundry. I told Karal, "We only get one block. It hurts out there."

I am set for today. Cinnamon rolls and brownies, should the sweet tooth desire it (although I imagine the cinnamon rolls will do the trick in the morning). The snow is just starting to fall, so it will be a long day of deciding if I should take care of some of it at the halfway point (Syracuse style), just to stay on top of it. At least the temperatures will rise to the mid-twenties and not be the single digits of the last day. 

Meanwhile, the aggressive force of unnecessary armed agents continue to do as they do, only to be defended by Sauron, Voldemort, Sheeve Palpatine, their Orks, and their Storm Troopers. The Deatheaters have returned and we are living 1984 meets Brave New World meets Fahrenheit 451. We are not to believe what we see with our own eyes, but to listen to their fabricated narratives and untruths.

I hope democracy will hold strong like the knitted sweater I'm using to keep me warm.

Philip Roth's Plot Against America is coming to life in 2024...although written in 2004, to reimagine the 1940s. And that's where we are.