Back in the day, like more than 30 years ago (ouch), Zuma 6 was our hangout. Other high schools hung out at other lifeguard stations along Pacific Coast Highway. At night, you'd find me nearer to Zuma 2 because the tide would come in and we'd still be able to sit on the sand at this wider part of this particular beach and not get wet.
My brother Marc surfed nearly every morning before school. He made a vow at one point that he would wear flip flops and shorts to school every, single day no matter the weather. He even wore shorts and flip flops under his graduation gown. I akin his vow to football players who refuse to shave until they win this or that, or to men who get laid off from their jobs and decide not to shave until they find another one (this happened to HWWV and he now has a nice goatee going despite his finding a new gig).
I can't believe I'm still here in Southern California since I moved here in 1978. I had lived in California before, but that was in Northern California, and that is a completely different animal. In Northern California, you can dig for clams and make sand candles. Here, not so much.
The economy is horrible here in this state. In fact, it is so awful that, well, I can't even begin to describe it. And as we drove home from the beach yesterday, I pondered moving away to another state. A state that has real weather. A place that's cleaner and has better roads (we are notorious for really bad roads). A place where I could wear a sweater more than a handful of times a year. I dream of wearing sweaters. I have vats of sweaters! Do I wear them? (No, not too often.)
But here I am at the beach looking forward to October. October is the best time of the year to hang out at a beach in Southern California. There are virtually no crowds. It's warm because the Santa Ana winds push back the cold air, and what can I say? Who'd not want to knit at the beach in October hoping it'll be finished by February when the weather sorta happens?
I'm knitting a sweater on the bias. The yarn is The Fibre Company's Acadia, which I just love. It is a bit nubby, slubby, or whatever you call it. There is some tone-on-tone action and I can use size US 7 needles for a nice, floppy-ish drape. I've chosen to knit mostly in stockinette, so someone might have to nudge me awake. Oy. I'm planning on this to be about a 22" square (Front) so I'll be knitting and purling like a banshee for quite awhile.
BTW: At first, I wasn't going to post the first picture of me in my suit. Because, uh, Boobs. But I got an email from someone at Caribou Coffee and she was asking me if I'd talk to my readers about a breast cancer awareness program they've got going. Just over a month ago, I lost my dear aunt Sandy to breast cancer. So, this is something that piqued my interest.
Until the last day in October, Caribou will donate 10 percent of their proceeds from sales of Amy's Blend collection (Amy was the Roastmaster who created Amy's blend. She lost her battle with breast cancer in 1995.) to CancerCare.
In addition, Caribou is also providing warmth to those in need through a social campaign. For every message shared on Facebook or Twitter with the hashtag #CaribouKnits, one inch of a scarf will be knit by their employees and/or volunteers. After the month is complete, all the scarves will be donated to CancerCare.
I understand they've turned their lobby at their headquarters into a knitting room. Wouldn't it be cool if they had a web cam?