Oh, I hate Newark airport. Jay-sus. Ok, so Friday, Jenifer (sweet gal from work) took my tush to the airport and dropped me off. I met up with my dad and his gf, Annie. Our flight, was an hour late taking off. We left at 8pm instead of 7 like planned. grr. We got to the hotel in Princeton at 3am. gahh! Our flight home, lets talk about this one. We first show up at 4 for our flight at 7, which yeah we were early, but better safe than sorry. Our flight gets delayed an hour and a half due to the weather in Houston being crap (read, flight now at 8:30). Then, the flight gets delayed another hour due to shite weather just north of Newark (read, flight now at 9:30). Then, oh holy mother, THEN! the flight gets delayed further when the airport loses POWER. Fricking power outtage! In all of this, the plane never gets there. The plane finally shows up at 10pm. We get boarded at and are in the air by 11. We land in Houston at almost 3 in the morning. I get home by 4. I was originally supposed to be home by 11. I called my boss’ voicemail at like 4 in the morning and was like, I can’t do it. I won’t be in today. There’s no way this will work. I’m sorry. I then took a quick shower and passed out. I didn’t wake up until after 3pm this afternoon. How’s about a nice almost 12 hour sleep?? I really really enjoyed the trip though and got to see my family and spend time with them and share in the celebration of a truly beautiful life. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

I called my friend Meryl up in tears that Saturday though. My dad’s cousin Chris is a filmmaker and had done a film of Marnie with pictures and old film clips of her and there were pictures in there of her and my Grandmother and all of a sudden, I wanted nothing more in the world than to be able to hug my grandmother again and tell her that I loved her, and I couldn’t. It broke my heart all over again. Thus, I’ve been getting weepy the last couple of days whenever I think of my Grandma. This sucks. But I’d still do it all over.

On another note, I went today after I woke up and picked up my sp gift from the postoffice. I very gently placed the package in the front seat and then went to the grocery store.

 

I got home and calmly quickly made myself something to eat. Ate, and then scrambled to get into the box like a starving person tearing into a cracker packet. And this dear SP of mine, had sent me to the loveliest, most well suited surprises ever! A tantalizing note telling me a few things about herself. The package hails from NJ. (Which is where I just visited!) SP put in 3 skeins of Misti Alpaca laceweight yarn in a gorgeous dark eggplant color and a handmade drop spindle (which is absolutely sweet because now I’ve got a spindle to use for my class next month!). She also put in a bunch of Ghiradelli dark chocolate with mint filling which is only like the best dark chocolate in the entire world! Yippee! I am so spoiled!! Here, have a picture!

By this time, I’ve now finished all the yummy chocolate (yes, I’m a piggy, but I enjoyed every last bite) and am plotting what lace to knit. Granted, the lace will most likely be a couple months away on the knitting radar. I want to finish the tank top I started and do the Hourglass sweater and finish the purty blue socks that I’ve done exactly one toe of. I’m thinking that I either want to try the Madli shawl (minus the nubbly nupps) or the Print of a Wave shawl that Eunny has on her blog. Suggestions are desperately needed greatly appreciated.