We drove back to for a visit with family in Wenatchee this weekend.
My mom surprised me with by giving me a beautiful handknit sweater for my birthday. I love it. I actually was the one who started knitting it, two years ago. But I got frustrated and never got very far along. So I gave her my unfinished project, hoping that she'd finish it. ; ) The pattern is from the book, French Girl Knits. And that book was another birthday gift, from a dear friend. : ) I love the way that the delicate thin wool looks, but I found it very difficult to knit with. The next project that I attempt, I will use a chunky thick wool. I've finished a knitting project or two that my daughter has started knitting too. Is this a common thing among mothers and daughters who knit?
We went to a Hibachi restaurant called Fuji Yama. Oh, wow. That was so much fun, and the food was great. They cooked right in front of us. I jumped back in my chair the first time the flames burst forth. Everyone was safe. It just looked scary. And then they put a silly mask on me, played the drums, and sang to me for my birthday. Very embarrassing.
After dinner on Saturday my husband got a phone call with some terrible news that his uncle had just died. It was unexpected and very sad. The extended family on this branch of the tree is not close- far from it. There is no wife or children. Derek will soon be on his way to L.A. to help his Grandma sort through the practical matters in all this. The practical matters are daunting. It's more than a little overwhelming. So much so, that it hasn't really sunk in yet. Prayers would be appreciated.
I don't think that either of us were thinking very clearly today. Definitely overwhelmed. We had to get back home so that Derek could get ready to leave again, but we forgot some important things in Wenatchee. The drive was beautiful.