Fiber Raven Soiree

Shocking News

While the world was ending last night, I slept through it like a baby. The Gray One was awakened by the huge bright flash that lit the entire sky like the noontime sun on a clear day. Sure that it was a nuclear bomb, he planned to scoop me up as soon as he heard the boom, take me downstairs, gather all the animals, and wait for the shockwave and the end. I'm glad I was so soundly asleep; I don't think my heart would have survived the fear and dread. Was it Mrs. Cravitz's concoction or was it a meteorite? Time will tell.

Last night I talked to my big brother, David. Our family is not the keep-in-touch-often type. We are spread all throughout the country like the coconut on top of my dad's favorite pie. He has a daughter a little older than my own. I asked him about her.

"She's doing fine, real good."
"Do you get to see her much?"
"No, she moved to California."
"Oh really? I didn't know that. "
"Yeah, her husband got a job with blahblah and they moved recently."
"She's married!?"
"Yes. And their little girl is cute as a button."
"She has a baby?!"
"Yes. There's expecting their second one now."
"Their second???!!"

Clearly I should touch base more often. I feel sooooooo old. My brother, who has an 18 month old son himself, is a grandfather. Wow. My own poor unmarried daughter, in the meantime, is "wasting" her life away at Yellowstone for the season. I wonder which one is having more fun!

Tomorrow I start a weaving class at The Weaving Works, a rare entry into the formal training arena. Likely I will not blog until late afternoon if at all.

My recent knitting? All frogged. I'll start it again today-- I am Determined. One day soon I will have something to show for it.