I was really looking forward to seeing some old friends on Saturday but very depressed over why it was going to be possible. I stressed about the upcoming trip and not just because it was going to be 22 hours in a car packed with people. A friend of the family passed away and I did a major part of my growing up with his sons. Two of my best friends lost their father and that makes me very sad. It has been apparent for some time that I’ve reached that point in my life where the people of the older generation in my life is on its way out.
Galen Grimma, Jr. passed away April 19, 2012 and the funeral was held May 19, 2012 in McDade, TX. It’s because the funeral was a month later that I was able to attend. I was friends with this sons, John and David. David taught me how to drive and was a partial contributor to my (mostly harmless) juvenile delinquency. Mr. Grimma was an interesting neighborhood dad, was a math genius and worked and carpooled with my father at Shell Oil. He collected coins and would always buy any wheat pennies that the kids in the neighborhood found. He always addressed me as “Sweet Patricia”.
It was wonderful to spend those few precious hours with David (John lives in Colorado and had come just after his father passed but runs a jewelry store in Colorado Springs couldn’t come back) and see that although older and wiser he’s still the same wonderful person I remember. I got to meet his grandchildren and great grandchildren and see that he is happily surrounded by the large family he always wanted.
This is Betsy (John and David’s sister), David and their mother Joan. Joan is an amazing woman and one of my very favorite people in the world. She was always one of the cool moms in the neighborhood and was always passing on information about her love of plants and animals. Her backyard was a wonderful paradise of trees and plants, rabbit hutches and a pond with turtles. The year that she and a few of her friends turned 70 she went on a backpacking trip around Guatemala. I find that amazing since there is no way I could do such a thing at 40 something!
The trip down to the Austin area was long and very uncomfortable. We borrowed my MIL’s car and while it’s a nice car, something about the seats left me almost paralyzed with pain. We had made the trip in April and although the monsoon that we drove through was horrifying and left me scarred forever, it wasn’t nearly that painful. The kids did really well but were also uncomfortable and I really don’t think we will ever attempt a straight drive through again. I’m just not as resilient as I used to be.
I was so uncomfortable that I barely got a few rows done on the baby blanket I brought with me. I got more done during the two hour drive from McDade to Houston than I did during the 22 hour drive from Orem to McDade. I’m not super thrilled with the yarn. It splits and catches a lot and I can’t whip through it as fast as I’m used to. The skein was one huge skein and so loosely wound that I knew it was going to be miserable to work with once a little was used out of the middle, so I wound it into a ball. A very, very large ball. Oh well, less ends to weave in can’t be a bad thing, right? It’s Bernat Baby Sport in the Pyjama Party colorway. Love the color but I will be very glad to get some of the Red Heart baby yarn that I usually use for baby blanket gifts.
We stopped in Four Corners, took pictures and looked at all the vendors selling inexpensive Indian style jewelry and crafts:
We got to the hotel in Austin around noon on Friday and spent the rest of the day sleeping and recovering before heading out to the funeral in McDade on Saturday. After visiting for a bit we continued on to Houston where we will spend a week or so with my parents to celebrate their 50th anniversary. The weather has been great, not too hot and not too humid. I’m enjoying not having flaky, dry, itchy skin and smooth heels. I had been a tiny bit worried that I would be too miserable in the heat and humidity but it’s been lovely so far.
Today I started some baby socks out of some Dreamsicle from Knitter’s Brewing Company left over from the socks I made for Chynna last year. These will be for the first part of Quidditch in HPKCHC. I haven’t made baby booties or socks before and oy, are the first rows fiddly. It’s going much more smoothly now that I’ve finished the tiny toe.
I hope to get a nice chunk of knitting and crocheting done during the rest of my stay. Hopefully I can finish the pair of socks that I brought with me and if I’m really brave I will start on Mom’s shawl.