Welp, Friday, actually. But it’s my Monday, and I’m at work this fine day. As I drove in this morning, the sky was a deep dark blue/purple, a smudged bruise. It’s what I imagine the sky looks like before snow. Except, of course, this is the Bay Area, and all we’ve had recently is some damned good rain. That heavy, wool-coat soaking kind of rain that’s fun to run through, not so fun to hail a cab in. *
Driving to work this morning, however, I wondered AGAIN why people feel it’s okay to come up on your a$$ at ninety,** slam on the brakes (because you’re only doing seventy-five) and swerve around you, almost clipping your bumper and causing the next lane to slam on their collective brakes. My time, the way I figure it, is just not as precious to me as theirs is to them. I hang back, willing to get there when I get there, and I don’t understand their mentality. I don’t understand how angry they get at the space I’m leaving between me and and the car in front of me. It’s like a personal affront. So they near-miss me, go around, wedge themselves in the gap I’ve left, and then do it all over to the new car in front of them, their new problem on the road.
I like to drive. I like to zen the traffic. I wish THAT were part of the driver’s training these days: How to relax when cut-off. How to keep your middle finger on the steering wheel at all times. How to leave the house a little early to account for traffic. How to sing really super loudly and groove your head and make everyone think you’re on meds (but really good ones).
Knitting content: Working on BonneMarie’s ribby cardie in Jo Sharp Silkroad (a tweedy red), and it’s working up fast, just the way I like. Pics over the weekend (not sure if I mean my weekend or yours, but I like the vagueness). Also working Christmas gifts, but hey, who isn’t?
Happy Friday(ish)!
* I just like the way Em does this and I’m copying.
** I have no idea why it was okay for me to write fuc(wad yesterday and today I’m having issues with ass — mood-bleeps, I suppose.
Rachael, I had a dream about you last night – you lived in a really funky loft in SF and I came to visit and your NZ mom was there and we began doing the Hauka (sp?). I then got stuck in the bathroom and started knitting on the toilet while you tried to get me out.
Now I wonder what my subconscience was telling me? Or maybe it was just the chilli-cheese fries I had for dinner.
PS. My wave/shell stole is on the backburner behind the yams and potatoes.
I’ve stolen Em’s * thing too. I’m using it to try getting myself out of the habit of using lots of parentheses. I seem to have lots of asides, but footnotes don’t clutter things up as much as parens. Thanks Em (and brainylady, who I think also uses it) (there I go again with the ( )s)!
I love footnotes. I was thrilled when I learned I could use them in academic papers to do more than provide citation info. I use them for snide asides now. Very fun.
Rach, I love the way you describe driving and other drivers. I don’t get why people are in such a rush, either! I used to get a strange sense of satisfaction when someone would whip by me, cut me off, whip by someone else…and then get stopped at the same traffic light as everyone else.