I have a purple anaconda tacked to my living room wall. Ok, technically it's the scarf I was working on, but when it's finished blocking the thing is probably going to be nine feet long though it's no wider than the palm of my hand :-). I have a picture of it, just need a scanner to post it. Soon, hopefully, I'll have a computer of my own and a scanner too.

In other knitting news I'm knitting for team Wales in the knitting Olympics. For the record I don't, to the best of my knowledge, have a drop of Welsh blood in me, but the team leaders have set the Welshness bar really low. So, go team! I'll be knitting one of the Harry Potter scarves I have planned, I just have to find the right yarn.

It's really a little sad that my life has begun to revolve around my hobby, but it beats letting the current sad state of affaires get me down. It does appear that FEMA is finally getting it's act together as far as my case is concerned. Whohoo! It's my cousin that's being a real problem, as the executor of my grandmother's estate she agreed a month ago to turn over the remaining money to her co-trustee so it could be used to make repairs to the house. She has since changed her mind. I've been debating sending her a letter, but I can never think of anything to say beyond "hand over the money you old biddy" and I just don't think that would go over well, so I'm hoping a well timed letter from my lawyer will help convince her. This is a woman in her eighties, living in a small town in the middle of nowhere Louisiana, who is not in good health. She's shown no interest in me since I was, I'll be generous and say thirteen, hell she didn't even ask if I was all right after being forced to leave home. I'm offering her an out. I don't wish her ill, I'm frankly as indifferent to her as she seems to be to me, but I need that money. What I'm getting from FEMA isn't enough, it might have been once, but not now. Add the money in the trust, no great amount I admit, but when added to the federal aid and whatever other grants I can find it should be enough to make the house liveable again.
It all boils down to one very simple fact: I desperately want to go home, and I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.

Hmm, I feel better having gotten that off my chest. Still, I really should try and curb these ranty posts, because generally I'm feeling pretty good about things, just a little frustrated.