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A poem by Tracy

I love my new tooth
I really, really, really, love my new tooth
I never realized how much I could love a tooth

I think I will head to Portland and pull a street car, just using my tooth of steel.

Oh beautiful tooth, I can eat anything with you.
And you never wiggle. You are secure in my mouth
I never have to put a spitty retainer with a tooth in it in my pocket while you are around.

I don’t lisp anymore. I can’t blow bubbles over the top of the tooth anymore either.

I am not sad about this.

Yeah, I know, don’t quit my day job

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Truly, this is an auspicious day. Amen! Amen! Amen! Obama touched on so many things I hold dear to my heart. It’s hard to imagine how we waited for so long.

I flipped old Georgie and his helicopter off! I did!

I’m sorry to say that I felt like a patriot today. That word carries with it some-not-so-great connotations for me personally. The Patriot Act is probably the worst of it for me. Like so much of what passes for content today, it seems like mechandising or marketing to make something sound like it’s so much better, or more patriotic than it really is.

I can’t watch the smile on Pete Seeger’s face and not feel like I’m in his head. “This is the coolest thing EVER.” This man has worked his music for this cause for ever. I can’t think of a better cherry on the sundae of his career.

Don’t even get me started on Bono and Bruce Springsteen. Made this little baby boomer heart beat faster.

Did you see all of the faces? Lots of colors, shapes and sizes. The face of America, black, brown, white. No matter what your political belief or religious affiliation, this is how we are.

I feel this palpable sense of relief as the days count down to January 20. Bush will not be president forever. We have a chance to begin anew.

How do we teach ourselves not to end up here again?

My Fair Isle vest has survived an NDE (Near Death Encounter). I don’t know if it saw a tunnel made of white light with worn out socks awaiting on the other side beckoning it through. I know I cursed a blue streak and saw red.

I took out my beloved Ivy League vest with a button. It was the button of my equally beloved white button down shirt. I’m not sure the two will ever speak again. They may just wear themselves next to each other in mute rejection. I may look quite rumply in what used to be a very smashing get up.

The button of my sleeve caught in the floats, and while I thought I had managed to ease it out and back through without catching, the 4 inch long piece of yarn that suddenly sprouted from the arm hole told the tale. I had ripped it clean out of the surrounding stitches.

The next 1/2 hour was a high wire act filled with little itty, bitty crochet hooks, tapestry needles, yarn, sweat and SPIT! Yes spit, for spit splicing. Something JustJen taught me at the Blue Moon De-Stashing sale. Something Jamieson’s Spindrift lends itself to. In fact if the sweater were made from some other, slipperier yarn (is that even a word?), we would not be having this conversation. I would have just put Ivy League vest in a casket and buried her.

I’m not done yet. I ripped the very edge of the armhole too. Something I haven’t had the patience or presence of mind to deal with. The original fix was enough knitting excitement to keep me for a few days.

Back to work today, blech!

I’m posting this on the 2nd of January because I’m almost always running behind and this year is no exception. A day late and a dollar short.

It’s been a good year in many ways, not so great for the economy. Pretty great for the Frack, Irwin, Wexler home. I hope that trend can continue.

I’ve spent much of the last few days in preparation for the new year. The house is cleaner than it’s been in awhile. Including the nooks and crannies. I’m more organized than I have been for awhile. The move two years ago (well more like 2 and 1/2 now) really did a number on my willingness. Combine that with a Mohs surgery to remove a small cancerous (not melanoma) growth, the topical chemotherapy that batted clean-up later that summer and the dental implant and it’s been a deal. That’s the best word I can come up with.

As I mentioned before I will not be having breast surgery to remove a benign growth. No topical chemo needed. The implant, nearly done! In fact, I received good news on Wednesday night. I may have my temporary crown sooner than I expected. I have an appointment for January 13 now. I’m hoping this is an end to two years of procedures and processes that accumulated under the threshold while I ignored everything but my kids.

Now I am hoping for the kids dad to continue being employed so he can continue to pay child support. It’s not a given right now.

I’ve been swifting and winding of all of my yarn purchases. I’m nearly through with the first Holidazed sock. I will have to tell you sometime about what I did to my beloved Fair Isle Ivy League vest. It seems that all will end well, but it was a scare.

Happy New Year. Let’s make 2009 a great one!