Here is my mermaid arm. I did start her body last night--the blackish-green stripes. I am stitching this on a hand-dyed fabric I bought from Carol. I'd tell you what it was, but that would mean I'd have to find the other half. Maybe I'll run across it and write it down and remember to tell you. Maybe.
On the bus, I finished June:
I know I complain a lot about public transportation, but in the end I much prefer it to driving. I hate driving, and I just spent 15 years doing it in Los Angeles. Sure, public transportation is green and all that but it also costs less than parking. There's no free parking at work, not even for the president--I'm guessing most people who work in major cities face this. It would cost me $8-12/day to park and that's after the university underwrites it and then it's in the remote lots. You pay a lot more to park closer ($20/day). SEPTA is $56/month. Trains run every 6 minutes and four bus lines run by my house so I never have to wait very long, if at all. I get to stitch or read on the commute. We've even made friends with a woman in our neighborhood because we wait for the bus with her. We're acquainted with more people too--fastwalker, Irishguy, and Operawoman (we need to find out their names). It's nice to have a little chitchat every day with people a little outside your circle. And the bus drivers--the one who called me his girlfriend until he asked the dude how his girlfriend was doing, and the dude broke the news. Now he calls the dude his buddy. And Crabby--I finally broke her down and got a hello out of her. See, public transportation is like a little game. Mostly, you win.