WooooooHooooooo!

I just got an email from my sister-in-law, Lauren. She and Richard are expecting baby #2 about the end of October! I finally have a good reason to knit a baby blanket! I didn't find out about their first baby, Thomas, until he was a month or two old. And of course I wasn't knitting then.

My neice, Taylor Grace, has informed her Aunt Lauren that this baby is going to be a girl. No if's, and's or but's. I hope that she's right. Lauren says she's been really sick this time around. I hope that she doesn't have as hard a time as I did. Rehydration by way of IV in the ER is no fun...and neither is not being able to eat much more than McDonald's cheeseburgers with no pickles. That gets really boring.

This is just the kind of news that I needed after last week at Gran's house.

I'm off to find the perfect baby blanket pattern!
Tammy

*puzzled look*

I think I've got some of the tricks of that darned Rainbow Denise Bag figured out, but there are still some things that just have me puzzled as all get out. I figured out the Worked/Attached I-Cord on the top of the bag, but trying to get it round the handles is a whole other story. I'll bring it to Friday Night Knitting and see if someone can help me figure it out.

So while I'm waiting, I guess that I'll get started on something else. I do have my "emergency" scarf that I can work on, but I hate to finish it so soon. It's not like I don't have 40 skeins of yarn that I can pick from to start something new. *grins*

I need to get something together to take with me to Midland. Yep, I have to go again so I can get the things I want from Gran's house. I am really dreading that 12 hour each way trip. The only good things about going to Midland are Bob's Better Burger and Taco Villa....and the Rexall drugstore soda fountain. I don't think there's anything better than a fountain Coke with a shot or two of vanilla syrup.

I'm thinking about trying to knit a sweater. I may be getting in over my head with that one.

Yea! It's Knitting NIght!

Finally! What the hell took Friday so long to get here? Even though I'm really achy and kind of want to stay home and curl up in bed, I am so ready to go hang out with my knitting girlfriends. Rhiannon isn't feeling great, either, but her Granny is supposed to meet us at Malaysia Cafe to pick her up. I'm still shocked that she called to see if Rhiannon was free for the weekend.

I'm taking the two purses that I have started. One, I need help on working with the waste yarn and the other, well...it's pretty much the same bag, different yarn. My I-Cord bind-off needs a lot of work.

I'll be on my own when knitting is over tonight. Rhiannon is going to be with my mother and Henry is shooting the opera and some goofy VIP party afterward. So it's going to be me, some grape kool aid and the remote control....and my knitting, can't forget that.

Well...she did it.

I found out last night that my mother had put Gran's house on the market and had already gotten a contract on it for $165K. If everything works out, they want to take possession of the house in 4 weeks. That means that Henry and I are going to have to go to Midland and help Mom and Ron load a rental truck to bring home the things that we want to keep.

It really caught me off-guard. Mom had said that she was going to keep the house and move out there when she retired. She decided that the upkeep was just too expensive when you count the insurance, electric and all of the other little things. She's going to have some lady who does estate sales come and sell all of Gran's things. It just breaks my heart. It's really hit me that she's gone and never coming back. Yeah, I know...she's been gone since September, but there has always been that itty bitty iota of hope that if I were to dial her phone number she would answer and tell me that she had missed talking to me and that she loved me.

I don't know if I will every get over the loss of my grandmother. Damn, I mean, it's been 20 years since Grandpa died and I still cry for him. I would give anything to have them back, to hear Grandpa sing Goodnight, Irene...to have a one-sided conversation with Gran on the phone when she couldn't really hear me.

I'm going to sit and knit and try to take my mind off of things.