Greg’s grandfather died last week. I can’t help feeling sad that he clung to life so long that his family, who rushed to his bedside when he first was admitted to the hospital, had all trickled back to their homes and their jobs. I think it might have been better for the family if they had all been able to be together. As it was, people drifted back in the days before the funeral, stayed for a few days, and then trickled home again. We couldn’t afford to take another trip as a family so soon – plus Max and I were still messed up from our journey – and Greg wasn’t even going to go at first. I made him and I’m glad I did – I think he’ll agree it was the best thing, too.
So while he’s been gone (he’s coming back tomorrow!) I’ve been watching the Olympics. I’m not taking part in the Fiber Olympics, even though I think it sounds like a lot of fun. (I’ll have to try and remember to keep my crocheting schedule clear four years from now. What? Two years? Nope, nuh-uh. Can’t stand to watch the Summer Olympics. Most boring waste of airtime…ever. Sorry, Olympic athletes.) The reason being, of course, that I’m already in the middle of a large project, complete with deadline. What is it? It’s my spring Crochetme submission, of course! My biggest entry to date, which means the most crocheting so far. Which means tiiime-consuming. *sigh* I think it’ll turn out nicely though, I just have to ‘buckle down.’