Right and Left, Winslow Homer, 1909

Anne and I left the Lou today. So, today was a day of much driving, about 500 miles worth. We landed at Bubs and Harry’s house in time for dinner. A lot of the driving was punctuated with summer road construction. It is the season. Through happenstance most of this construction occurred while Anne was at the wheel, while when I drove, it was almost always clear sailing. After the umpteenth such slowdown, I took to calling Anne a Jonah, but I later decided that what she really is, is a jobs creator. The final construction hurdle was the worst and occurred only a few miles from our destination. As it turned out the traffic jam was caused by a cement mixer that had gotten stuck in the muddy median and was in the process of being rescued by two huge tow trucks. It was almost worth the wait. Finally, Anne wanted me to relate a story that occurred at are first rest stop. A woman, a fellow traveler, called out to Anne, “Are those socks hand knitted?” Anne answered yes and that she had knitted them. The woman introduced herself as the president of the OK City knitting club and then they exchanged Ravelry info.