September is a big month in our family. It's a big month because three of us have birthdays this month. We have a small family so having three in just one clump is notable. I think that most families, large and small, seem to have clumps of birthdays in one month. My friend Stu has December birthdays in his family. My sister's husband Ian has April birthdays. Whenever I say that September is a big month to someone they always mention that they have a big month, too, and tell me what month it is. Then we go through the whole, "9th, 14th and 26th" and then comes: "the 2nd, 12th, 17th and 28th!"
So that's how it is. I guess I often mention that I don't like birthdays. I always sort of go over that mantra and wonder why it is that way. Girlfriend likes them. In fact, today is her birthday.
I remember I had a sleepover on my 12th birthday and invited five friends over. My sister Dooze was a newborn so we were relegated to my tiny hot bedroom and were told to keep quiet. That party was so fantastic that one girl had an asthma attack, and while on her breathing machine begged to go home. When my other friends saw how brave she was to admit she wanted to vamoose, they begged to go home as well. An hour later, I was alone in my bedroom failing 12-Year Old Level Sleepover, Intermediate Status.
There was also a time when a boyfriend found a datebook of mine and proceeded to invite everyone in it for a surprise birthday party. When I arrived, I was surprised by a room of people I hardly knew. Anyone else ever fill out a datebook with people you don't really know, just to fill it up?
I will never. do. That. again.
But there is knitting! Lots of it. One of the items I can show you is my latest Sunshine Yoked Beret from my Custom Knits Accessories book. I made it for a family member. It's a little big on Girlfriend, but you get the drift. (Two skeins of Koigu KPPM. Fantastic stuff.)
In other news, not knit news, but news: Our fish tank continues to be the Tank of Doom. Remember how Jumbo the Shrimp and Godot the Frog Who Never Showed Himself (Except to Freak Me Out When I Looked for Him in the Cave)? We found Jumbo on Girlfriend's floor after he jumped out (too late), but Godot was missing missing missing. Someone, in comments said: "Oh, you'll find him . . . eventually" and she was right. The other day he turned up under some clothes in the clothes hamper, petrified. Ugh.
And yesterday, I did my daily head count and there's no Ian. Ian is our one fish who has survived beyond all others. I thought he got sucked up into the filter, but no. He's just gone. Where'd he go? (And no, there is only a small opening in the top of the tank. For him to get out would be pretty unbelievable. But if he did. I know who ate him. Her name starts with an "L.")