Decidedly Odd

So, I woke up this morning again with a dream about UT. This time I was spending a lot of time with a young friend of mine named Amy. Amy was a few years younger than she currently is and was going to UT. She was living at a much nicer dorm than any I've seen at UT, created from an apartment building near campus. It included covered parking.

Anyway, the real Amy is going to be taking some classes, but not at UT. And where, I ask, were her lovely baby and sweet husband? Huh? I ask you, where? (Not to mention my own husband, who also attended UT?)

Anyway, I was asked to help orient her to UT, which I was happy to do. We spent hours, mostly driving around, while I told her about my exploits at UT. (Now that I think about it, I believe DH was mentioned some in that.) And about my parents, who met when my dad was teaching Navy ROTC classes. My mom was born in Austin and lived here till sometime in junior high. And my maternal grandparents, who also met while attending UT and who, obviously, lived here till their oldest child was in junior high.

We had some fun times, Amy and I. Then, just before I woke up, Amy informed me that my constant history lessons were boring. (I assure you that the real Amy would never be so rude!) But how bad is it when your own subconscious says you're boring? I was quite crushed, I tell you, and spent the rest of the car ride wishing I could sink through the floorboards of her car and right into the road. (It can, I admit, take a lot to get me that quiet.)

However, I woke up when Sophia Petrillo from Golden Girls and her sister -- and I mean the characters, not the actresses -- showed up. They were in some sort of crowd. I don't think that startled me into being awake, though it certainly should! Instead, it was time to wake up to watch my favorite soap opera. But still. Quite a mix of reality and non-reality. UT had spread all over that part of Austin. Which it has compared to when my grandparents went there, or even from when my parents lived in the area. (The LBJ Library, for example, has parking lot where one of the houses my mom lived in as a child used to be. And the buillding that housed her junior high is now the Education Annex.) It hasn't gobbled up quite *that* much of the area, though! Nor could it, because just across the road to the south the land belongs to the State of Texas, which is unlikely to sell it to UT, since the Capitol Building is just a few blocks south. However, reality rarely gets in the way of what happens in my dreams.

It's just odd to me that I keep dreaming of UT. I haven't been near campus since we WON THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP back in January and I performed the traditional Austin ritual of gathering with a few thousand other celebrants to take pictures of the Tower lit orange with a big white number 1 on it. (This is a picture from the night of the football game. I can't immediately find my pictures with the 1 in it. But they're around somewhere!) My son is not contemplating attending UT. In fact, no one I know personally is going there or considering going there. Frankly, I feel that the school can get along with my dreamy contemplation. Can we dream of something else now, please?

Knitting Content: I'm working diligently on the fingerless glove for Bev. I'm quite liking the way this colorway is working with this stitch count. The repeats of color are short enough that they aren't actually pooling (which is kinda a shame, as I like the occasional pool of color). But there are a darker turquoise and a lighter one, along with some light green, and those are pooling in a sort of stripe pattern, with the pink just adding interest. So I've decided this is the correct stitch count. I will, when next I can get my hands on DS, which won't be today, try it on his forearm, but I do think this is the right way to go. (Cause making my color sense happy is the most important part of fit, right?) The next "interesting" bit will be decreasing down for the wrist to palm part. I'll be trying that according to the pattern directions. (Which is a novelty; how often do I actually follow a pattern? Not often!) But I'll put in a lifeline in case ripping needs to occur!

Tomorrow is the monthly meeting of my local Knitting Guild, so I'm debating actually putting the fingerless glove aside in order to work on finishing the baby blankets. Cause I want to show them off, and it's better if they're finished.

And I'm still awaiting my Mother's Day present from DS. DH gave me a loaded Starbucks card, which is what I asked for, and I've been enjoying it thoroughly. DS bought me some stuff from my KnitPicks wish list, but since he did that on the Wednesday before the day, it hasn't come in yet. I know when he ordered it, as he was sitting in the same room with me, and I'd printed out my wish list and circled the items I want most. (This is still an improvement over last year, when both my birthday and Mother's and Father's Day went unnoticed by The Offspring. This year, I put a pretty and colorful sign on his bathroom door. I should probably make a Father's Day one today.) Anyway, it'll be interesting to see what he decided to order. There are both books and yarn on the list. It can come any day now, as far as I'm concerned!

Oh, and great thanks to DH, who came upon me two afternoons ago, swearing at Blogger. That entry with all the pictures was causing Blogger to throw up its hands and refuse to post it, claiming there was a problem in the HTML. DH is a programmer, who speaks a little HTML. I speak very little indeed. He sat down at my computer (which normally he is not allowed to touch, you understand; we are not compatible, computer-wise) and played with the HTML till it was fixed. Thanks, darlin'!

And that's the news from Austin, where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the football teams win National Championships.