Okay, so it’s not biological, and I’m not a grandma in the strictest sense of the word, but considering that my oldest daughter is not yet 16, this is as close as I intend to come to grandparenthood for a few years.
A1 will turn 16 in one week and to the surprise of all, she declined offers of a smart phone, a shopping trip, or any other materialistic teenaged temptation in lieu of getting a pet of her own. I have a fear of dogs and since we have three kitties her pooch had to be small and friendly. After searching the Humane Society, Craigslist, The Little Nickel, etc. she ended up falling in love with a little mutt from a pet store. He is three months old and he’s half Pomeranian, half Toy Poodle. Would that make him a Pomapoo? As of yet, he’s still nameless. I puppy sat last night because A1 had a previously planned outing.
With all of the excitement of the new puppy, most everything else has been neglected. My relatives all glare at me from beneath a thick layer of dust. The laundry pile has reached nose-bleed elevations and the floors are no longer visible.
We did manage to get a few, random chores and errands accomplished. One of our priorities was getting A2’s charcoal “Dandelion Puff” matted and framed so it can be entered in the fair next week. It’s supposed to be ready for pick up on July 31.
Currently I have no plans for this yarn, so it will season in my stash for a while. A shawl or wrap are strong project contenders. Time will tell. Cheers!