rosegardenfae (rosegardenfae) wrote,

Wow, Thursday Already

After Monday's entry was sucked up by the data demons, I've been busy and haven't had much to say either so now's the time for some catch up.

Tuesday morning I returned to the library for a session of knitting club. A large number of knitters were there, a number of them were unknown to me. I was immediately overwhelmed by their sheer number and the cacophany of their voices was much like a flock of untidy birds, chirping, peeping, squawking, very noisy echoing from one stack of books to another. Uncomfortable. So, focused on the socks I've been knitting and they are complete. Yay me. I remembered to take my cushion so wasn't horribly painful, but once again not much fun. I have become hopelessly antisocial.

Wednesday was lunch at Nikki's. Food kinda sucked. She's on a no carb diet regime. I hope it makes her more healthy. Already she has dropped lbs and has less pain. Glad she's sticking with it. Ingrid was feeling a bit worthless and I was tired from being with the chirping knitting ladies so we weren't an very energetic group. Gave Nikki a short tutorial on long tail cast on and she did well. She'd like to learn to knit. Teaching is not, as they say, my long suit. I told her to look on YouTube for "long tail cast on." YouTube is a goldmine of how to vids.

Erin went to St. Louis to pick up her best friend from the airport. He flew in from Perth, Australia for his grandmother's funeral.

Joe and I went to the visitation for the above mentioned grandmother around 3 this afternoon. There wasn't a line for which I was grateful and not a lot of people. We didn't stay long. Joe hates the barbaric funeral rites in this culture as much as I do, so we don't go often and we don't stay long. I am especially unfond of the funeral home where the visitation was held as it is the same one from which all of my family has been buried.

Today my mother would have been 97 years old. She's been dead for 24 years, nearly a quarter of a century. I wish I had asked her more questions and listened more closely to the stories she told me. A very interesting woman, my mother.

I was tired and crabby when I got up this a.m as my sleep was not restful. There was a big thunderstorm this morning about 4 that woke me up. I laid there till 5 and watched the light show and enjoyed the thunder. The rain was welcome, the dust has been heavy on us for a while.

I can hear the cows down the road, calling out. Wonder if they're weaning calves and the mothers with their udders stretched to an unbearable tightness are crying, needing the relief of their offspring's soft mouths and eternal appetite.

Found a sock with a mate that I started and am working on that one now, finishing up projects laid aside during the knitting dry spell.

The fall is slow in coming. Trees beginning to turn, but no frost. We usually have frost by now.

Darkness falls and with it my energy.

I'll lie down, recline and just see how interesting the backs of my eyelids are tonight.
Tags: fall, funerals, knitting, socks, wednesday lunch
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