Today, I am a warrior

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As I avoided getting ready for the day by knitting and watch TNG, something boy wonder Wes said struck me. “Worf is feeling culturally and socially isolated,” he said in regards to Worf’s recent strange behavior in the episode “The Icarus Factor.”

The “ding, ding, ding” sound effect went off in my head. Though I like where I am right now, there are no perogies, black and gold banners, or known faces. I am, in fact, feeling culturally and socially out of place if not isolated.

I could have walked around Pittsburgh blindfolded. The repetitive rhythm of knitting in sync with an episode I’ve seen multiple times is enough familiarity for me to focus and not get too down.

Maybe a I need a little pain stick action, though.

knit hat lace

Anyway, this is what I’m working on. Hard to tell, but it will someday be a beautiful lace knit hat. Original pattern’s here at I’m using some pretty purple thin wool I bought a few years ago at the Maryland Sheep and Wool festival.

There’s a wool fest just a few hours north of SF next September. So, I can’t move back to Pittsburgh yet.

I will be visiting Imagiknit tomorrow with a coworker/fellow knitter. She too has been homesick, longing for her New England. What does one do? Stay positive. Or, if you’re a Klingon, you get tazed by John Tesh.

For more information about the Klingon Rite of Ascension, see this video.

1000 miles away

My Berry Good Breakfast at La Crosse, WI's Perkins

The sign on Perkins’ front door read “WE DO NOT ACCEPT PERSONAL CHECKS.” While stepping into the door of this La Crosse, WI establishment, I said aloud, “What is this, 1995?”

It’s as if we stepped into the Guardian of Time portal, and I would meet my 1995-self. Meeting 12 year old Yuta of the clan Tralesta, I would save myself from ordering the Country Style Eggs Benedict, thus preventing the extermination of an entire clan due to indigestion.

The cats have been looking up out of the window with their eyes as wide as they go. Last night, as the only car on 90W at about 2 am, there were so many stars in the sky, it looked like a netting of smoke. Each of the cats just stared still out the window at the sky. When I was young, I bent my head as far as it would go so that I could look up at the stars from the rear window as my family and I rode on highways.

Now the cats are cuddled together napping. They’ve never really done that before. They’re surely friends.

I am officially 1000 miles from home. (around Jackson, Minnesota)

No more OH

This is a trip, but it’s also a freaking journey. I keep forgetting that this is not a round-trip. We’re not going to swing back east and we’re not ever going to have to drive through Ohio again. We’re going all the way to the Pacific ocean.

What is the name of the creature that Klingons keep as dog-like pets? Nina, my fluffy cat, sat on my lap for a bit while continuing on 80W in IN. She’s like those ferocious Klingon doggies to me. I wonder if Worf ever found himself covered in cat fur and cat dandruff during the long shuttle craft ride to Starfleet Academy.

Where no one has gone before – we’re going there.

Sort of. Check out the pile of boxes in the background above. They will be beamed up to San Francisco, home of Starfleet Academy, where we will rendezvous with them soon enough.

Look for updates on our roadtrip across the nation. Plenty of intriguing photos, humorous commentary, and Star Trek/real life analysis.

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LL&P (Live long and prosper)