Fred's funeral was actually a relatively nice affair, as funerals go. My dad, who is a chaplain, conducted the service and managed to get through without crying. Me on the other hand . . . well, I'm a total girl, and let's leave it at that. It was nice to see my family again, especially the Wallendjack aunt, uncle, and one of the three cousins. We also saw Thomas Lally very briefly--he got into Penn for post-bac, woo-hoo! He is looking forward to joining the ranks of the sleep deprived residents, I can tell. So it was a good weekend, encompassing good food, a few too many drinks, and excellent company.
What it did NOT include was PACKING!!! for the MOVE!!! That is in 13 DAYS!!!!
Bad Katie. Bad, bad.
Since I am taking off again TOMORROW for New York, for the Yard Sale to End All Yard Sales, I'd better get cracking. I think the cats might help. Right, guys? Guys? Meow?
Also, in need of a new project that is more transportable than the sweater I am finishing (3 rows left, I hope!) I started Clapotis, from Knitty. I'm using Cascade 220 in a nice variegated yellow-and-green. I'm working it on bamboo needles, which are just so, so nice. I have a collection of hand-me-down metal needles that really end up hurting my hands after a while. And since, during our rheumatology lectures, the rheumatologist grabbed my fingers, squeezed 'em hard, and told me I was going to get arthritis . . . I'm going to do all I can to be nice to my hands.
Better go. The little orange cat wants a shoulder to ride on, and I've gotta get back to work.