Made For Walkin'

In case you were wondering (I know I have been), yes, I do still knit things from time to time, in between automotive and plumbing emergencies.  Although I didn't think I'd pull it off, I managed to finish my first knee socks, while the Knitting Gods weren't looking:

Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock, colorway "Wild Purls".  Get some for yourself here, and tell them Mary sent you.

Did I intend for the little blue tide pools to end up in exactly the same spot on each shin and ankle?  Yes. Yes I did.  That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

I've been car shopping this week.  Kill Me.  I think this is how lifelong pedestrians are made:

Slimeball Used Car Dealer:    "I think you will find that your offer is just plain unrealistic."
Me:                "So the price is not negotiable?"
SUCD:           "I have no idea why you would think that!"
Me:                "Because I just offered you three dollars less than the price on the dayglo sticker."
SUCD:            "Well, you know, times are hard.  We have to do all we can to keep the lights on, here at Slimeball Motors."
Me:                "Yes, I'm sure the loss of my three dollars will cause the Slimeball family irreparable hardship.  Have I mentioned how long it takes a knitter to earn three dollars?"
SUCD:            "Knitter, huh?  So is that a union job, or what?"

Good thing my boots have tough soles.  Walk on, dear knitter.  Walk On.