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All Cars Are Gray

Small rant here, and yes, all cars are Gray. Especially in mist or fog. Please, be a responsible, smart person, and when you drive through mist or fog of any sort that makes the air white/gray, turn on your headlights or foglights on your vehicle. Otherwise, you will not be seen until you are almost hit. Really.

I'm tired of all the near-misses I've had, almost not seeing the oncoming vehicle in the fog before I realize it's in my lane. Yes, in my lane. So many people not paying attention to where they are driving, letting their car/truck/SUV wobble down the road.

I drive with my headlights on almost all the time now. Yes, my SUV comes equipped with driving lights. But many a time I turn on the headlights on full. That way, if some idiot does hit my vehicle, I can put it forth to the police officer who will be there at the accident scene that I had my headlights on, why couldn't so-and-so see me? Huh? I'll let the official one figure that one out, as well as the idiot, and try not to clock either of them. So far, no accident, my reactions and responses have been excellent, and no collisions have occurred. I like being able to drive too much.

I've become a mini-expert on Lyme disease. With insect bites happening to family members, I've started reading and researching. Amazing what you can find. No details of whom has what, and what the bite site looks like. I'm not in the business of being gross and ookey, I'll let the horror writers do that. And I can't see how that will pay that much.

I finished the knitting part of my first soap sock today. Now I have to write up my notes, and start on a few more socks, finish in ends and make them look professionally “done” and then market them, hopefully with some success. At least the cat who watches me knit them hasn't commented on them, but then again, I'm not her person. I'm visiting her once or twice a day while friends are out of town, keeping her company a little bit, and making sure she has her food, water, and kitty meds. Ah, the small price of a geriatric cat, some medicines in your wet food. And regular treats, meow! She loves her treats, good thing she gets the ones for hairballs. So far, she's only presented me once with a hairball to clean up, and this time it was quite tidy and easy to get up off the carpet.

No, she has not met any of “my” cats. She's inside, they are all outside, and I'm not about to wrangle any part of the “herd” to get one in a carrier and then all the fuss of out of the carrier, into the carrier, stop fighting you two, um, it was your cat that started it, and no, the fleas didn't come from my cat... Nope. Not gonna happen. Better to dream of it than worry about it, and I'd rather laugh about the idea and visions the whole idea brings. I'd rather bring her people to my house to see the cats. Well, the ones that would allow themselves to be seen, that is. Bring in strange people, and hey presto, invisible cats!

I have a niece that will turn 21 next month, and I miss visiting with her. Yes, I can text message with her, but it's not the same as talking, hugs, and just being around someone. She has a special touch, where she can approach just about any animal or person, and be their instant friend. Once she learned how to be quiet around animals as a small child, she's always had the knack. I hope she doesn't forget any of her massage therapy training, and one day does get her official certification. She had a traumatic experience, and used it as an excuse for not taking the final examination for the certification. Shame that. Even if she doesn't use it immediately, at least she has it, and if she wanted to, could probably transfer some of that information to pets and animals if she wanted, maybe even do some veterinary assistant training too...hmm, wonder if I could get her to read this?

I hope she's still knitting, and that the knitting needles I bought for her (the last time she was in town and I got to spend more than a few hours with her) are getting well used. I almost consider on rare occasions of going through my stash and picking out some nice yarn to send as a care package to her. Or I see some on sale at Job2, and consider buying and then sending it to her. Yes, I miss her giggles, and talking semi-seriously about some things, very seriously about others. I'm not sure if she remembers all the times I just let her ask things, and then discussing them with her, one-on-one, as she was growing up. Anything from why parents are in charge to why I slow down and stop all all train crossings. I'm just glad I was able to share those times with her.

But, I might develop a sock style just for her. I have her sock/shoe size, I have yarn that keeps jumping at me, and a set of knitting needles that will work just fine...now to decide if they will be somewhat practical, or fun, or pretty, or just a little quirky.

Oh, and I might tuck in a soap sock, just for her.

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