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Oh wow, it's gorgeous out today. I was planning to stay in for laundry and Bioshock, but I may have to walk down to the game store or Powell's or one of the yarn shops or something. It's far too nice to hang out indoors.

I'm still decompressing from my New Hampshire trip. It's odd -- I've been grieving Memere's loss for years, especially once the disease progressed so far that she had to be put in a facility where they could properly care for her. I knew her mind was never going to come back, I knew that, just like I knew that it would eventually destroy not just her mind but her body as well, but I guess some part of me never truly accepted it. Her death hit me much harder than I thought it would, and I still find myself getting teary whenever I think about her -- not the way she was at the end, but the way she was when she was still my Memere, a fierce and proud and funny woman who loved to cook and travel, a woman who operated a drill press during WWII and made clothes for her family, a woman who could kick all our asses at cards and knew exactly what kind of cake to make each grandkid for their birthday. Just the kind of woman you'd want for a grandmother.

When she went into the nursing home, my mom took all of her recipe cards and books home because she was afraid her brother (who still lived in Memere's house) might throw them out. For years, I've been meaning to collect all of Memere's favorite recipes into a little book, along with photographs and stories and stuff, but I never really got around to it. This year, though. I think this is the right year for it. I want to do something that honors her memory.

Anyway.

I've been loafing around since 9:30 this morning, so it's probably time for me to get off my ass and do something with the day. I really want to hit a yarn store, but I've sworn off buying yarn and starting any new projects until I finish this scarf for Nate. I've hit the point where I kind of hate the whole thing and I'm convinced Nate will hate it too, but I'm determined, dammit -- this thing is going to be done by the end of the month, or else I'm going to eat it. It's just about five feet long now, so if I can crank out another foot and a half or so, I think I'll finally be able to call it good. And then I'm going to knit something small and easy, like armwarmers. Or socks. Nate's grandma got me a sock knitting book and some dpn's for Christmas, and I've been DYING to try it all out.

Scarf first. Then socks. No new yarn until then. Gah. Maybe I'll go to the game store instead, and quietly lust after the Shadowrun and D&D books. I'm not actually in a game right now and don't know if/when I will be in the future, but that doesn't stop me from wanting all of the texts. [/dork]

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Oh wow, it's gorgeous out today. I was planning to stay in for laundry and Bioshock, but I may have to walk down to the game store or Powell's or one of the yarn shops or something. It's far too nice to hang out indoors.

I'm still decompressing from my New Hampshire trip. It's odd -- I've been grieving Memere's loss for years, especially once the disease progressed so far that she had to be put in a facility where they could properly care for her. I knew her mind was never going to come back, I knew that, just like I knew that it would eventually destroy not just her mind but her body as well, but I guess some part of me never truly accepted it. Her death hit me much harder than I thought it would, and I still find myself getting teary whenever I think about her -- not the way she was at the end, but the way she was when she was still my Memere, a fierce and proud and funny woman who loved to cook and travel, a woman who operated a drill press during WWII and made clothes for her family, a woman who could kick all our asses at cards and knew exactly what kind of cake to make each grandkid for their birthday. Just the kind of woman you'd want for a grandmother.

When she went into the nursing home, my mom took all of her recipe cards and books home because she was afraid her brother (who still lived in Memere's house) might throw them out. For years, I've been meaning to collect all of Memere's favorite recipes into a little book, along with photographs and stories and stuff, but I never really got around to it. This year, though. I think this is the right year for it. I want to do something that honors her memory.

Anyway.

I've been loafing around since 9:30 this morning, so it's probably time for me to get off my ass and do something with the day. I really want to hit a yarn store, but I've sworn off buying yarn and starting any new projects until I finish this scarf for Nate. I've hit the point where I kind of hate the whole thing and I'm convinced Nate will hate it too, but I'm determined, dammit -- this thing is going to be done by the end of the month, or else I'm going to eat it. It's just about five feet long now, so if I can crank out another foot and a half or so, I think I'll finally be able to call it good. And then I'm going to knit something small and easy, like armwarmers. Or socks. Nate's grandma got me a sock knitting book and some dpn's for Christmas, and I've been DYING to try it all out.

Scarf first. Then socks. No new yarn until then. Gah. Maybe I'll go to the game store instead, and quietly lust after the Shadowrun and D&D books. I'm not actually in a game right now and don't know if/when I will be in the future, but that doesn't stop me from wanting all of the texts. [/dork]