Saturday, September 13, 2008


We still have it. It went off for 45 minutes this morning but came back on.

I am watching the local news and they are showing video of a bayou near my house that is completely full. Luckily we are several feet up and a half a mile away in an area that didn't flood during T. S. Allison.
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Friday, September 12, 2008

We still have power

We just watched a movie but it is pretty windy out, so I imagine it won't be too long. We have already had a few power dips.
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No, I do not face "CERTAIN DEATH"

I stole this from a friend of mine, who got it from lovely Fox News:

We are not in any of the mandatory or voluntary evacuation area, and our neighborhood has the word "Heights" in it.

R did go for a walk a little while ago (partially to stop at Walgreens to get a few bars of soap because I realized that the sliver in our shower was the last bar in our bathroom) and checked out the bayou near our house. He says it's up, and not flowing the right way, but I'm still not worried about flooding. We're quite a ways up from it.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

This is a test

Not of the emergency broadcast system but of mobile blogging. Hurricane Ike is about 30 hours away and I thought it would be interesting to see if I can Blog through it. I have already started some fridge cleanout before the power goes out, making banana bread in a bundt pan and a dozen muffin cups. I also forsee quite a bit of knitting. Stay tuned and let's keep our fingers crossed that my phone works!
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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Yes, I'm alive

I've been meaning to post, but I really don't know why I haven't lately. I suppose I've been busy, although we have been in town every weekend since we were in New Orleans. It has been nice.

Last night was my turn to host book club. It was so sad; only two of the seven attending had actually finished the book (I was one of those two, although I finished it 15 minutes before they arrived), two only made it to page 90, and the rest didn't even start. I realize that these groups are often more social than anything else, but I think people should at least try to read the book. We had six weeks!

Our book was Love in the Time of Cholera. Yes, it was a past Oprah Book Club selection. Please don't give me grief for that.

Because the book is loosely set in Colombia, I started digging around for traditional Colombian foods when deciding what to make. The food at our past meetings has not been tied to the book, but it was easier for me to do this than to come up with a menu any other way. I made an Aji Salsa, a huge pot of Sancocho de Gallina, and arepas. Dessert? Well, that was chewy chocolate cookies from Central Market. I had to have one easy thing!

In knitting, I finished a baby sweater for R's step-cousin's baby shower that we are attending this evening. I'm also working on a simple wrap using some Unger Angelspun yarn. The pattern is a simple rectangle in stockinette stitch that is seamed together. (I need to find the pattern again so I will know how to finish it!) The yarn was some from my mother-in-law and it is a very boring fleshy color, so I decided today that I would try to dye it. I have part of a sweater that she was knitting with it and it is currently in a hot pot of water with two packs of black cherry kool-aid. The yarn is a mohair/nylon/acrylic blend, so I'm hoping that the mohair and nylon will take up the dye even though the acrylic will not. It has only been 20 minutes and the water is almost clear, so things are working so far. I just have to see what happens when I rinse it. Pictures to come!

update: It worked!!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Food-filled French Quarter

We flew to New Orleans this weekend for what was originally supposed to be a friend's wedding. The bride-to-be called it off about eight weeks ago, so it ended up just being a party with his family and a few friends. R booked our flight and our hotel rooms the weekend before the wedding was called off.

Our flight was late getting in, so instead of having a few hours to take a nap and get ready, we pretty much had to jump in the shower as soon as we got there so we could be ready for 8:15 when my parents picked us up. We went to Upperline for dinner, which is one of R's favorites. It was a first visit for the rest of us. Their fried green tomatoes with shrimp remoulade really were worthy of the dreams R had been having since he made the reservations. Mmmmm. I had a huge half roasted duck but sent much of it home with my parents, who planned to use it to make ravioli.

Saturday morning my parents came back to get us and take us to visit my Granna. I saw a real decline (even mom noticed it since her last visit), so it was a hard visit, and made even worse by finding out today that she is back in the hospital. They thought it was pneumonia, but it is apparently just a respiratory infection from the cold she had earlier and is being treated with antibiotics. She got a wheelchair on Friday and is having a hard time adjusting to it. We could tell she was depressed, and she would zone out for bits here and there. The nurses say she is sleeping more and more now. I know what that means.

We had reservations for 15 at Antoine's on Saturday night. We were in a back room and that may have affected my experience a bit. I know that getting food out for 15 can be tough, and then everyone waits for all plates to be served, but this resulted in my fish being just barely warm and I ate less than half of it. I did fill up on appetizers though, and I at least enjoyed most of them. I say most because I have discovered that I do not like Antoine's original Oysters Rockefeller. I think I prefer another restaurant's attempt at recreating it. I don't know if it was the (too much?) Pernod, but I know that I did get several grains of rock salt in my mouth (the oysters are baked in the shell on a bed of rock salt), and the salt completely overpowered it.

The rest of the evening was spent on one of the Balconies at The Royal Sonesta overlooking Bourbon Street. We had beads to throw to the drunk tourists, and I was happy to find many Auburn people to scream "WAR EAGLE" to and throw beads to. Oh, and if you're wondering, yes I did see several sets of breasts. The guys in our group were down a few feet from me and were attracting the ladies with long strands of large gold beads.

(yes, I eat. I'm just slouchy in this picture making my shoulder blade stick out in such a lovely manner. Sorry mom!)

I got a lot of knitting done with our flight delay. I'm a few inches past the waste yarn for the afterthought heel on my socks, and I have now have yarn for another pair because I found The Quarter Stitch on Chartres while we were walking around this morning and bought some green Koigu

Thursday, April 3, 2008

I hate training new employees

I'm at the same grocery store almost every day. Most of the cashiers/baggers know me. Many will get me a 10lb bag of ice before I even ask for it. They know I bring my own bags and I'm particular about how they are packed.

This one lady...I swear, three times I have said "and may I please have a bag of Reddy Ice; the big bag?" and then she doesn't ring it up and thing brings me one of their little courtesy bags of crushed ice, so I have to do another transaction, usually annoying the person behind me. Perhaps the fourth time will be the charm.

When lines are slow, one of the neighboring cashiers will usually come over to help bag if I can't get there in time to do it myself. I always put the cold stuff in my green envirosac . They don't always know this, but I'll pull that one aside and say "please put the cold stuff in here." That way I only have one bag to put and keep in my insulated bag and can pull stuff out at the client's as I need it. The guy said "Yeah, ok!"

Well, I get to my clients and I unpack the canned/dry goods onto the counter and get to work. I need my coconut milk. Where's my coconut milk? Did they forget to pack my coconut milk? Oh god. How will I make this Thai curry???

Oh, wait...nope, it's in the cold bag.

Later: where's my chicken broth? Oh...don't tell me...yep, it's in the cold bag.

I know it's silly, but it makes for a bitchy me.

There are some bagging-only employees that I will avoid completely and have no qualms about stepping in front of them and suggesting that they'd be better off helping the woman who is just staring into space while her groceries pile up at the end of the belt.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Happy Anniversary to Us!

The one photo of us taken this past weekend:

Our dessert Saturday Night (Creme if I had a choice):

And last but not least, Dearest Smushy (or, what happens when your venue tosses your cake top into a plastic bag with your wedding gifts):

The poor thing used to look a lot nicer...

I'll have to report back as to the taste. I was supposed to take it out of the freezer last night, but I forgot. We'll try it out after our first annual Anniversary Pizza.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

More cooking and knitting than blogging

I have several pictures on my camera of things I've been up to this week, but I haven't gotten around to writing about them. It's terrible of me, I know.

This Monday is our first anniversary, so we've decided to spend a weekend in Austin. It is Thursday, and at this point we have a hotel, but that is it. I suppose that means the rest of the weekend can be divided between a yarn shop and the super mega Whole Foods.

HaHa...just kidding. Sort of. I did just make reservations for dinner on Saturday night, and R has the list of things to do from his Rand McNally map software. I only know that I will not be spending a lot of time sitting around knitting. Had we decided on a B&B up in the Hill Country, however, that might have happened.

This week's food has been a mixture of work and no work. I roasted a big chicken on Sunday and used the leftovers to make gumbo per R's request. I was able to make a quick stock Sunday night, and I happened to have something in the freezer that I'm guessing not many people have:

My dad taught me how to make a roux by heating flour in a dry pan--witout oil so it's much lighter. The only problem with this method is it makes a ton of smoke, and we don't have an outside-venting hood over our stove. What do I do? I take my portable butane burner out on the porch and give off as much smoke as I want. Still, I am happy that I didn't have to do this.

I used some of the andouille we bought at Poche's Meat Market a few weeks ago. They make amazing sausages, and I love that this one in particular is so lean. You can actually see the chunks of lean pork in the sausage

Knitting? I knit a hat for my mom, and started working on some fingerless mits for myself. (Because you know spring is prime hat/mit wearing weather around here...) I also started playing with some stitch patterns on a wash cloth, but that's not a big project. I need to decide what I'm bringing with me this weekend.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Sewing Saturday

I was up relatively early this morning and R is off on a recruiting trip, so I pulled out my sewing machine and some scrap fabric. I made a new knitting needle organizer that will hold all of my needles with room to spare.

I still have to stick labels on each slot (I'm thinking iron-on). The circulars look pretty jumbled, but they will be easy to grab once the labels are on.

I swiped one of R's nice wooden pants hangers from the closet, but my guess is the pants that should be on there are with him and will need a coat hanger when he returns. I can easily grab a replacement at the store for my organizer, so that shouldn't be a problem.

It took about 3 hours to make it, and that included organizing the needles and putting them in. I also have to add some sort of button tabs to hold it while it's rolled up, and then I can just hang it in the downstairs closet. I'm not tossing the packaging, but this will be much easier to deal with than my current storage solution, which is one of those huge ziplock storage bags.

Right now I really need to go to the grocery store so I will have something to eat for the rest of the weekend. There really isn't anything in the house to cook. I should get something that R wouldn't want to eat if he were here. Tofu or tempeh and veggies maybe? I also need half and half because I bought a quart on Thursday and left it in my client's fridge. Dagnabit. However first I must remove the fur that is covering me after the 3 minutes of cat lap time I was treated to while writing this.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Celebrity Sighting!

(I first typed the title as "Celebrity Sitting")

Well, he's a celebrity to me. It's Robert Rummel-Hudson, author of Schuyler's Monster, and holder of some serious online journal/blog presence dating farther back than my own late-90's online journal writing. He obviously had a much larger readership at the time.

(What's with the ghostly blur? Is Barnes & Noble haunted??)

I tried to find Rob's book the day it came out, but my neighborhood Borders only told me that it was "Likely in Stock" and we could not find it. I finally did come across a few copies at another store last weekend, but I decided it would be better for him if I waited until the signing and bought it there. (Of course I managed to pick up a knitting book from the bargain pile while waiting for him to get started.)

I enjoyed listening to Rob read from the book. I've known his voice for a while, but it was nice to hear it come out of something other than my computer speakers.

Of course I'm writing all this assuming you know about Rob. Rob's 8 year-old daughter Schuyler (that's Sky-ler, and you can hear her say it here) was diagnosed at the age of 4 with an extremely rare congenital disorder that prevents her from speaking. I read Rob's journals and blogs before his wife got pregnant, while he was the only one who knew that she was having a girl, when she was born and while they struggled to figure out why their daughter was different. So many of us have "watched her grow up"; it's very exciting for all of us to see this book come to fruition.

So I'm telling you now...go buy this book! Yes, it is a sad story at times, but there is also happiness and humor. I think everyone should get to know Schuyler.

This thinking of long ago journaling has once again sent me back to look at what was going on this week in years past. Ten years ago tomorrow I got my very first caller-ID box. I was so excited! I was also exploring the possibility of making out with a (gasp) 30 year old--so old, and trying to figure out to do with a quart of hummus. I had the best legal memorandum in my Air Pollution Law class.

I'm missing my entries from 1999. I think they're on a zip disk somewhere.

Eight years ago I was hanging out with drunk New York City cops in New Orleans at Mardi Gras. They were trying to get us to come up to their room "to just fool around." I was also typing up clips from high school notes I'd come across trying to find some sort of unlock disk:

you'll be slightly put out with me, but I screwed up. Here it is (calm down, it's really nothing!): I have the case for Disintegration, but in it I have Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me. See? No big deal, but you might be a tad bit annoyed.

Seven years ago "Thespacebar still onlyworkssometime and, itlookslike onlyevery second orthird timeitrytouseit. Orless. WHY? Why doesn'tmynewkeyboard work better than theold one?"

And I wondered why I never had as many readers as Rob...

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Lazy Sunday


R is only in charge of dinner at home on the nights we order pizza, so breakfast on the weekends is his domain. This morning I was greeted by this:



Holy schmoly, that appears to be two socks on two circular needles. It's actually working, despite the fact that the tutorials online were very hard for me to decipher. I basically had to just take a deep breath and hope that it worked.

I did start the toes on double pointed needles, and I think that made life a bit easier. The next challenge will be the heel as I've never done toe-up socks before. I'm not looking forward to learning how to do short rows backwards.

Still processing:

Last night was supposed to be a going away dinner for a good friend of mine (my one and only bridesmaid). She had decided several months ago that she was going to move back to her home country of Turkey. At dinner, however, her ex-boyfriend (or so we thought) stood up and announced that she was going to Turkey in April, but coming back because they got married yesterday in Las Vegas.


She was sitting next to me and while we were all still in "WHAT???!?!?!" mode I looked down and grabbed her hand. "She is wearing a ring! Oh my god!"

That shows how observant I am.

Oh, and if you're curious. She got her American citizenship over a year ago, so it's not an "I need a Green Card" situation. Her husband (husband!) is actually German.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

This should be it

Fed Ex Ground delivers on Saturday mornings:

R to me "Well, your day is shot."

Actually, all but two of the yarns were in Ravelry, so I didn't have to input a lot of info. I haven't done pictures yet, but I can do that later.

This is definitely a project box because there are many skeins of the same yarns. They will be more useful than the equal amount of single skein novelty yarns that make up my new stash.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Food and knitting...been a while

There hasn't been much discussion of either on here recently.

I just finished prepping things for dinner tonight. We're having shrimp, which is currently & quickly marinating in lime juice, olive oil, garlic, mint, cilantro and chili garlic paste:

I'll probably serve it over some Thai sticky rice (prepared in the microwave, amazingly enough).

This evening's veggie is one of my favorites, roasted Brussels sprouts. I am so thankful that R likes these, although I suppose I would be happy enough eating them all myself.

In knitting news, I've been listening to way too many knitting podcasts, so now a very large portion of my day is somehow related to knitting. I've been going back to the beginning of them and listening to them as I cook for my clients. I've only had my iPod since November, but I never listen to music on it any more.

Sticks & String
Belle of the Ball
Cast On (I'm about a year behind on this one)

and there are others.

I am knitting. In fact I am almost finished with my "Very Fuchsia Frill" (that link will only work for members). It is from

I am halfway through the second frilled edge:

which I will finish by attaching to the rest of it:

Other activities:

R's birthday was last Saturday. Looking at this picture, it appears that I was trying to set his head on fire and not his candles. I really wasn't.

That cake,

if you're curious, was 100% store bought.

This is what happens when I bake cakes:

These are just two of my attempts. Please don't bother with the tips. Believe me, I've tried them all. That chocolate one was even a mix.

I don't do cakes, and I finally proved it to R this year.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Seeing auras

No, not those cool ones that supposedly surround people and that are only seen by people with "the gift." I believe I experienced my first ever migraine aura. Oddly enough (although not unusual) it was not followed by a headache.

I was cooking away at my client's house when I realized that there were squiggly zigzaggy lines on the left side of my field of vision. It was like tons of prisms, or reflections on a lake. At first it was just my left eye, but then I could see it with my right, and it didn't matter if I closed my eyes--they were still there.

Looking at my hand, it was as if it were cut in half by the squigglies. It was extremely disconcerting, and gradually got worse so I decided to call my insurance company and find out if there was an urgent care clinic nearby that I could go to. When I eventually got a live person, he was completely useless, and by then it seemed to be getting better so I just said "never mind" and hung up before he could finish asking if there was anything else he could help me with today.

If you want to know what it was like, this image is a pretty good simulation.

They did finally go away after about 20 minutes. I also had some weakness in my left arm and was pretty nauseated, but it all went away and I was able to go to my second client of the day's house. For a while I was afraid I wouldn't be able to drive home!

My mom had migraines before she went through menopause, so I called her up. She didn't always have auras, but she described exactly what I saw, and apparently her mom got them too but didn't realize what they were.

I'm glad that I didn't get the headache (although apparently the auras can precede them by up to 24 hours). We had dinner tonight with friends I haven't seen in a while, and I would have hated to miss it. I had butternut squash soup and some fresh gnocchi with spinach. It was tasty.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

And this isn't even the last of it.

Look what I found on the doorstep this afternoon:

There is still another box to come that is just full of skeins. This was mainly a box of UFOs. My mother-in-law definitely was a fan of novelty and ribbon yarns. Most of these I'd seen while I was up there, but my there are a few bags that my father-in-law must have found later. These pictures are all uploaded in full-res, so you can click on them and examine them more closely.

An orangey-pink garter stitch scarf (gum included):

The start of a sweater knit with three different types of novelty yarn (pattern included, but I can't see finishing it):

A green tennis-y looking top:

Knitted mice cat toys (not seamed and unstuffed) from a November 1992 Woman's Day Magazine. I briefly flipped through and caught the fashion pages. Did I dress like that when I was in college??

I figured out what the Unger Angelspun in the last box was for. It's a V-neck pullover.

A cute baby pattern book (no publication date) and a random skein or two. She must have finished this project:

Another lovely novelty yarn piece with nice Brittany needles attached. I suppose I will put this on a stitch holder so I don't feel guilty for taking out the needles.

This one was bought in 2006, so there are actually some patterns I might use, but I'm not crazy about this sweater. She might not have been either, as all she knitted was a swatch. It's a Katia book.

There were also two more pairs of Addi Turbos and some cookie cutters. And at the bottom of the box, I found this:

I had no idea what it was, but a quick google search filled me in--and then let me knows that I could have figured it out myself if I'd just slid the metal part up a bit. It's an adjustable skirt length marker.

Now I must re-pack the box and find a place for it so R does not freak out when he gets home. There were a lot of nooks and crannies in his parents' house for yarn storage. We don't quite have that here.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Over the river and through the woods

Our trip home to see Granna was good, but very emotional. She is doing well in the nursing home, and it really felt like we had moved her into a dorm (the walls and closets very much reminded me of mine!) We visited her every day while we were there, but she was sad to hear that we weren't staying for the entire week. I told her that we'd be back in April (a previously scheduled trip for a wedding that was canceled; we'd already bought the tickets) and wrote it on her calendar.

She is still quite feisty. She's happy with her move into the nursing home, and I think that has a lot to do with the fact that she is now just up the road from my parents instead of an hour away across the lake. She keeps her tv on low with the captioning on so as to not disturb her roommate on the other side of the curtains, and spends her day reading the paper and her romance novels.

We spent Saturday afternoon at her apartment going through things and getting out personal items and things we want to keep. The woman who has cleaned her apartment for the 27 years since she moved in said she will take anything we don't want. This includes furniture, clothes, kitchen stuff, food, whatever. Granna doesn't have a lot of things of value, but we did want to get her papers and photo albums and any little knick knacks we might be interested in.

My dad also wanted to make sure that I got the two pieces of jewelry she has: her mother's engagement ring and Granna's wedding band. Granna got divorced shortly after I was born because my Grandpa left her for a younger woman. I need to read up on the etiquette of wearing a divorced person's wedding ring. Granted, she was married for 30 years, so it's not like it was never something special to her.

Her wedding band:

My Great-Grandmother's Ring (A tiny little European cut diamond in a beautiful setting, circa 1911):

I took the pictures home and am slowly scanning them and putting them into a better quality album. I want to reprint copies of favorites and then return the originals and a few CDs to my dad.

I found this picture of Granna, from around 1934, that I have never seen and absolutely love. It will definitely be one to frame soon.

Some other pictures:
My Great-Grandparents on the day of my dad's Christening:

Granna & Grandpa, 1944

Then of course there are the ones like this...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Like any other day

It's 10:50 p.m. on Valentine's Day and we're both sitting downstairs on our computers. We did have a nice four-course dinner at home, made even more nice by the fact that I didn't have to cook it. My favorite local grocery store was offering dinner for two to go, and I thought that sounded perfect. Even more perfect was the fact that it was completely free thanks to my accumulated rewards points. The only thing I paid for was the $40 bottle of wine bought two years ago in Sonoma. It was about time we opened it, and it was quite nice.

The dinner package even included the candles. Would you believe I don't own any taper candlesticks? This led to a trip to the thrift store down the street. After much wandering around I decided on a fairly interesting pair of turned wood candlesticks. These were much more interesting than most of the ones they had.

Dinner: some bite sized appetizers, a salad, and then a main course of Lobster

The candlesticks were not the only things I came home with from the thrift store. I also picked up a small 100% cashmere sweater ($4.99) in a color that can only be described as "bubble gum pink." It's a sport weight (12wpi with the kinks, although I'll re-measure), and appears to be knit on something equivalent to a US5 needle. I have 306 grams. This picture does not do the color justice.

The reconditioning will have to wait however, as tomorrow we're driving to visit to my Granna while she still knows who we are. She is apparently her normal self at the moment--only with a slight speech impediment, but the doctor told us it could be weeks. That's just so hard for me to believe. My father and the doctors have decided that it is best not to tell her that she has cancer, and has instead told her that she has had a stroke and cannot live by herself. Radiation or chemo could give her an extra month at most, and she does not need to be put through that. She's now in a nursing home close to my parents, where she has a roommate for the first time since divorcing my now-deceased grandfather in 1971.

At 96, she is being a very good sport.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Why do things have to suck?

My dad called last night to tell me that my 96 year old Granna had been rushed to the hospital from her apartment because she could not speak and lost some of her ability to move.

"Did she have a stroke?"

"No, it's worse. It's cancer."

It turns out she has three brain tumors that are most likely metastasized lung cancer. She will spend five days in the hospital while they give her medicine to reduce the swelling (she's starting to be able to speak now) and then they will move her into a nursing home.

The kicker: the doctor thinks it's best not to tell her what is going on. He thinks that by the time they really do know the full extent, the tumors may have grown such that she doesn't really know what's going on anymore. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

They have no idea how long the cancer has been there. She has had no symptoms. She's 96, and up to this point she has slightly high blood pressure, a little arthritis in her knee, and her hearing was starting to go a bit. She never learned to drive, so she walked everywhere. Her father was in his 90's when he died, so it obviously runs in the family, but I know her walking had a lot to do with it. She could get around much better than my other grandma who is much younger than she is.

Now we just have to see how fast they are growing. And wait.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Mardi Gras 2008 Recap

We flew in Thursday night and met our friends and my parents for dinner at Herbsaint (excellent).

Friday was Diva Day

Friday Night was the 9th Annual Friday Night Before Mardi Gras Party to raise money for the Belle Reve AIDS Hospice and a few other charities. The invitation for this "Gay Ball" specifies "Black Tie, Costume or Drag." I wore my costume and people wanted to have their picture taken with me:

Saturday night was the Endymion Extravaganza at the Superdome. This was R's 3rd year to ride...

and my 3rd year wearing this dress to a MG Ball (twice to Endymion and once to Orpheus). I had on ugly brown skechers under this previously drink-stained dress.

Kevin Costner was Grand Marshall:

I was up near the stage for the Go-Go's (Great show...can't believe Belinda Carlisle is FIFTY!) and Cowboy Mouth (great as usual, but I wish Fred would just talk less and play more songs), but I stayed at our table for the Doobie Brothers.

This is why smart people don't wear cute strappy shoes to this party:

The time on my camera is off, but that picture was probably taken some time around 4:30 a.m.

The time on these is 4:59 a.m., back at the condo:

We got up around 1:30 on Sunday, lounged around and then watched Bacchus on St. Charles waiting for our friend Jill's husband's float to get to us. When he passed, R and I went back up to the roof of the condo to see the tail end pass us on Tchoupitoulas. Check out the stream of cop cars following behind (that's Jim...his friend owns the condo)

and Monday afternoon we flew home.

I did get quite a bit of knitting done. Our flight to New Orleans was delayed, and there was plenty of down time during the days. I finished knitting my market bag on the parking shuttle

and seamed it up and felted it in the washing machine when we got home. You may notice that the handles look different. That's because I seamed the base up incorrectly and had to cut them and re-join them after I felted.