One great up of the day was a meeting with the latest local grandchild, six weeks old and totally wonderful.
She, her mom and Poppop Gary were driving by me on the street when he called Liz, here! BABY! stopped the car and I stopped what I was doing and ran to admire. Such a beautiful little girl. She was not pleased about the car stopping though, not having it! Terrific lungs.
The Friday knitting group was fun as always,
talk ranging over stealth art, firing people, MandM's latest release, grandchildren, vaxes, car crashes, hoopla, hybrid cars, all carefully nontopical. Blessedly politics-free zone. Knitting and crocheting were mentioned too.
On the way home I had a down. Chugging along at 41 in what I thought was a 40 zone. The friendly third grader in a police cruiser who pulled me over disagreed. Apparently I blew through a 25 mph zone. He was nice, friendly, agreed a lot of people do it, checked my deets, said just remember and don't speed along there. No ticket, phew. That could have been very expensive.
One one hand maybe it's a badge of honor to be speeding at this vintage. I wasn't on a skateboard though. On the other hand there's that vertiginous drop in the gut when you see the flashing lights.
Living to speed another day!
And while that was happening, this was happening about a mile away
Happy day everyone, if you speed try not to get caught. And if you see a bear keep driving.