Cabbage Much Maligned

So my little bit of whiplash is clearing up nicely, but my chest is still a little sore from the seatbelt, and I feel no better for damaging Mr. Almost Poshlust's car. But at least now I can hang my head in shame as opposed to just being able to tilt it to one side.

We've been busy the past couple days, learning fabulous new crochet stitches and learning how to knit. It's wonderous - my great aunt taught me how to knit with my Great Grandmother's knitting needles, and some of her wool! It was amazing.. As lame as it may sound.. I felt very connected to somebody that I barely got to know. It was very.. soothing. It's been a lot like that these past couple of days. I know that every girl in every coming of age novel has this horrifically cliched moment where she learns where she comes from.. write me into the hard copy because thats what it's been like. I'm getting to hear stories about not only when my mother was a child, but when my Grandmother, and GREAT grandmother were children. Turns out one of the first women in our family came over here from Russia, by herself, with two children in tow. It explains a lot about the women in my family. I've never felt connected to any family, with the exception of my nuclear one.. and now..and now I do. I like it. And I guess I can understand why novels are written about it.

I've made my Aunt a scarf, and I'm starting on my Grandmother's tomorrow. They both really liked the one that I made.. and hinted heavily that I make one each for them. I'm glad I've got something to occupy my fingers here, other than food. It seems that our entire day is comprised of planning what to eat, cooking, eating, cleaning up, then going back to planning what to eat again! I leave here Friday morning.. and I'm not going to eat again until next Sunday. I'm fairly sure home made caramel corn burns fairly slowly when all you're doing is knitting.

Plus, there really isn't anything else to do here.. and it's nice in a small town kind of way. My Grandma says that at ten o'clock they roll up the streets here (and turn off the one flashing traffic light) and I'm not really sure if I doubt her. It would be the perfect place to sit down and write a novel, take up woodworking, or go crazy.. I'm really not sure which.

Looking forward to getting home Friday. Not that I want to leave here.. But I really do miss Mr. Almost Poshlust. It's sad.. I know I'll be home in 2 days and I can't bare it. What will I do when I leave for India? Granted, we won't technically be together.. But what the hell does that matter? He's my best friend. There's no way to make light of leaving that behind. My heart is already starting to ache. I don't entirely know what to do. The fact that I've been out of our home and our routine for 3 days is killing me. *sigh* I love you Mr. Almost Poshlust - I wish you were coming with me.

Alright.. Time to get to bed, I have to be up early to drive the Aunty to the bus station. Not so very posh at all. Neither is the fact that in the past 3 days I've eaten more cabbage than in my whole life.. But hey. If knitting is in.. somebody might bring back cabbage. Love always!