Socks on a Train

Dear Julie,

I'm still in Chicago. I watched a pay-per-view movie in the hotel today: Breach. It was about spys and selling secrets, so I was expecting at least a little intrigue. The only real intrigue was how they managed to strip out all of the intrigue from an espionage-type movie. I mean really, I just don't get it. Where's the fun in that? But it was still better than last week's Snakes on a Plane.

I spent the day with Lois and her darling kidlettes yesterday. We had a great visit and it was so fun to get reacquainted with Jacob & Hannah. They are adorable and Lois is an amazing Mom. I took the Metra train out to the suburbs and it was quite pleasant. I grooved to my iPod the whole way. There was an older gentleman sitting across the aisle from me. He had long gray hair pulled into a bushy ponytail and was wearing Birkenstocks with what I suspected were hand-knitted socks. The pattern was very interesting and I tried to take a stealth picture of them, but he was just a little too far away. I had an internal debate going about whether or not to just ask him if I could take a picture of his interesting socks, but he was pretty granola and I was afraid I might actually trigger a conversation if I did that and mostly I just wanted to be solitary (listening to The Girl From Ipanema). He got off at the Lombard station and that was that.

Hey, I saw the pix of the slugs on your Knitting Savant blog. Too cool! Did you round up the kids to go have a look-see?

Tomorrow evening I'm off to Kankakee for the rest of the week. I've had several people who were aghast that I wasn't with our Mother on Mother's Day. Funny thing....these same people were completely nonplussed when I told them that she was at DisneyWorld with me.

Gotta go watch sports (Jazz @ Golden State, to be exact).

Love,
Karen