Protest knitting

So it's the next day now, and plans are afoot.  Aside from various comments and encouragements I'm putting out there in the world, to people dismayed by the outcome of the election. I'm embarking on practical protest work.  

This consists of taking care of people who may be hardest hit in a new administration which plans tax cuts, and which will therefore probably create cutbacks in social supports.

So, donation off this morning to Meals on Wheels, and another pair of warm fuzzy mitts started, these, now that Handsome Son and I are both supplied, are for giving to other people who need them. Winter's coming on, and a lot of seniors get very cold hands.  This yarn is soft and warm, and there will probably be a keyhole scarf to go with, if the yarn holds out.

The mitt design is similar to the one I used to make Handsome Partner several pairs, which he was so happy with.  Warmer hands in the house, and he could eat and turn pages and pick up pens and so on, wearing them.  So I figured there are other folks not far from here who could use them, too.  I have a small stash to knit down.

I have in mind some local people living alone and in poor health, senior or not, and this little bit of comfort might be acceptable. Anyway, this is the current state of the protest movement chez Boud.

 Reminds me of the story of the shrimp and the kid. You know the one?  kid walking along the beach, sees a stranded shrimp, picks it up carefully and tosses back into the water.  Friend says, what's the point? one shrimp? what difference does that make? Kid replies, made a lot of difference to that shrimp.

So I guess my protest knitting is a handup to a shrimp. And it's local shrimp I plan to help, they being as needy as anyone elsewhere on the planet, and in danger of being needier.