Life in a small town includes the greatly anticipated and much discussed annual town meeting. There is the usual cast of characters – those who love to hear themselves talk, those who vote no on everything just because, those who think it’s their job to educate the unwashed masses, and then – the rest of us. The ones who do their homework, stay informed, listen with an open mind, and trust the process.
It can be a painfully long evening and our annual town meeting last Monday night was no exception – it started at 7pm and ended at 11pm. I sat and listened and voted.
And knit. A lot.
The best thing about knitting at town meeting? It keeps me sane in the midst of the madness.