Okay, now that the pervs have come and left, I'd like to introduce my perfectly matched pomatomus socks. The second was birthed mostly while I was riding the 'hound out to visit my dad out in the desert.
I grew up in Riverside, so I like to do my layovers there. The station is next to the Mission Inn and a whole bunch of coffee shops and antique-y places. A year and a half is way too long to not see family that only lives 150 miles away; if only driving didn't terrify me so...
So, we visited. We mutually agreed not to speak of Boy unnecessarily, to the great relief of all. We made pickles and sweet zuchini relish. We ate meat that used to have a name and went hunting with nightscopes. I am redneck, hear me roar.
In the evenings I started my grandmother's holiday shawl and spun.Me likes spinning!