Thirty-eight And A Half

Actually the early part of Day 39 but I don't like to tempt the Fates. 

Things always look better in the morning. Sure I had crazy dreams featuring my mother in the rather villanous lead role but there was also a creative supporting actress making fascinating fiber art which was encouraging.  Now when I look at these two Super Saver Jumbo skeins of Red Heart yarn in Soft White (to match everything else she had - my mother was not the yarn-store type) I see not "wasted potential" but just plain ol' potential.

I'm still sad, of course, but in a manageable amount. I had expected that knitting up her yarn on vacation would bring on The Feels which is part of why I'm doing it in the first place. I just hadn't expected to be sucker-punched with them in the middle of a big-box store on a weekday morning and then have that punch linger all through the day. It's better now.

While I was typing the above, Girl-beagle did the cutest damned thing so I'll leave you with that for now.  Eldest taught her "bring my slippers" for treats and the dog is so treat-crazy she will bring any kind of footwear unasked and demand payment. She knew I had a couple treats on the desk so she brought my shoes, one at a time and forcefully and since she did both of them (she often stops at one and looks hopeful) I treated her. Next thing I knew she had both shoes in her mouth at once and was dragging them back over to where they had been so she could bring them to me a second time.

Gonna go rearrange my knitting bag to hold the new yarn and then make tea.