I did get pictures of my sweater at Knit Night last night and will be posting them soon. I also got a couple updated pictures of the warm fuzzy mass that is my Pi Are Square shawl. I have started new knitting, the Milkweed Shawl in alpaca sock yarn. I have frogged and changed needle sizes upwards once, and may decide to to it again. I am debating that issue in my head.
The funny was that one of the gals was telling me her husband that I had died. He was reading the obituaries in the paper and told her that lady you knit with died. You know, Bob A---'s daughter. She looked at it and said, no she's married and her name changed. We got a good chuckle out of it last night.
So when I looked through the local paper today, I checked out the obituaries as usual. This time I was startled to see my name, from my hometown. Whoa.
Wait, it was my maiden name, and I am still here after all. It is a strange experience to see your own name in the obituaries when you live in a small town and know so many people. The strange thing was that I didn't know this woman whose married name was my maiden name.
I feel like Mark Twain today. It seems that reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.