C is for...

A really cool, antiquated and running car! This was on the way to the airport, actually, after a long vacation back in Lawrence. Now, I have seen the car before and I have seen it sitting in someone's driveway, but I have never seen her out and about, going no faster than about 30mph and just chuggin' away. I tried to get dad to get closer, but I think I might have scared the guy driving the car. I was so excited to see it out though, it's the neatest thing. Oh yes, check out the ubiquitous grey Kansas sky. Typical winter, no snow but a white sky.

The second C -

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being an adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

C.S. Lewis

The Third C:

This is not so sobering. I went with a friend to a certain yarn store in Sandy to indulge in a little recovery from the Week From Hell at the new-location yarn store opening (I think they should have not been next door to the American TaeKwonDo Association dohjangg, but at the same time, it really tickles me to hear them with the music, doing their moves...oh I MISS it!) and I was witness to a little stash-along CHEATERY! I shall name no names (and I'll even resist the urge to link, though my Lortab'd-up friend, Pam, was thinking it was a most clever idea to do so), but let's just say some people have a hard time resisting the siren call of 10% off yarn. I had the same problem and now Pam and I will both be making Jayne Hats out of Lamb's Pride Bulky. It'll be fun to teach her on a Jayne Hat, especially since half the charm of that Firefly hat is the fact that it's not professional-looking (can you see the ends all flying around at the bottom of the ear flaps?) so there's room for learning and still making it look "authentic".

I also got some Lorna's Laces, my new sock crack. I've finished one Shigure Betta sock and I have a hard time not shoving it on all the time. Heh, it's good stuff.

Anyways, this coming Tuesday, I'm headin' to the temple with the YSA troupe, so I'll see you SnB gals on the Tuesday after. See, I'm alternating between YSA and SnB since I really would like to not be such a stranger at church, especially since the people at the church are really a bunch of cool cats (not like those prickly load of snobs who all need to see a proctologist badly to get those sticks removed in Kansas). I mean, they really like that I knit in church (yeah, I'm such a little heathen dog, I know) and when I don't bring a project, it's like I showed up without wearing my head. They kind of look confused at me.

Also there's a guy in church who looks like Brad Pitt but with bleached ends of hair (which is easily forgiven). I mean, hi, BRAD PITT CLONE! I can't stay away! ;) I wonder if he likes older women. Hmm.