Haven’t gotten much knitting done today, though I think I finally settled on the stitch pattern for Cam’s WHWIR socks. Today was spent running errands and enabling sooper seekrut plans for the Aussie’s birthday this weekend. I do so love to be in the middle of it all and cannot wait until Sunday when the sooper seekrut plans are unveiled. I’d tell you about it here but then I’d have to kill you so I guess I’ll wait till Monday.
Los Angeles drivers are a breed apart. I mean, really pushy, aggressive, lousy drivers at the best of times. I used to be a very polite and laid back driver until I moved down here. Nowadays I yell obscenities at little old ladies in crosswalks while I’m sitting in traffic, juggling a latte, newspaper, cell phone and mascara wand. Okay, no, not really, I’m making that up. For one thing, I don’t own a cell phone, I don’t wear mascara much and I don’t read the paper. I probably could set the world record for creative swearing in the car though (multiple languages! slang! made up words!) I do like my lattes and I’m not the laid back driver I used to be. Even so, comparatively speaking, when you put me up against the rest of Southern California on a freeway, I come off as totally laid back and relaxed. Really.
When it rains, LA drivers turn into even pushier cell phone yakking, latte juggling, inept FREAKS of nature. Like, even more so than usual. I was out running my errands today when the clouds opened up and a few drops of rain fell down onto La Cienega Blvd. You’d a thunk that maybe it was the Second Coming or perhaps the Four Horsemen had been spotted ’round about Kenny Hahn Recreation Area. I cannot comprehend why a little bit of water in the sky can create such an unholy mess down on the roadways. True, I know how to drive in the rain because I grew up and learned to drive in a rainy part of the state and I understand things like how to maneuver on wet roadways. But still! Here’s a newsflash for ya, LA. SLOW DOWN. ‘k? No, no don’t hit your brakes. It is not necessary to create a sea of brake lights. We do not need to all stop and go even more than usual. Just, reduce your speed a little bit and pay attention to the other drivers around you. Also? Maybe get off the phone and put down the latte. One or the other, anyway. It’s really easy and I promise you will still get there.
It is supposed to rain all weekend and I have a lot of driving to do on account of that Aussie’s celebrational happenings. Truer love hath no man (or knitter), just saying.
Btw, that title? The weatherman actually said that last night. That rain was “swooping” down upon So Cal and would unleash wrath. I just want to be clear, ok? These are not my people. I do not speak their language. I look at them like a dog looks at a noise that it does not understand.
I’d natter on, but my teenager is having a sleepover and there is giggling in the bathroom and apparently some hair cutting. On one hand, I’m pleased that she combed out her dreadlocks. Because, well, euw. On the other? I am afraid. I am afraid of the hair cutting. But I suppose, being mom, I could always swoop down and unleash my awesome wrath.