The positive stuff

So I'm almost done with classes for this year, which is a good thing, considering that this year has pretty much sapped my Will to Live. Whoot.
I'm almost done with this 12 page Church history paper, chronicling the creation of my diocese, in which I discover that Nothing Ever Changes. Bruton Parish requested for 2 years straight to leave Southern Virginia -by themselves!- and return to the Diocese of Virginia, on the basis of the facts that "all our associations, as well as the ties of blood, connect us with the residents of the old Diocese, as the Episcopal population moving from this section emigrated nearly always to that portion of our state north of the James River, and they have left to our care the graves of their ancestors, and we do not think that any artificial lines should interfere with these old associations and memories."
Wow. so all those times someone at Bruton started to talk to me about the sanctity about the graveyard, and the possibility of the bones of someone from the 18th century rising up to smite me, I suppose they weren't kidding. Behold! There is a venerable tradition of fearing those damn graves!
Also, I have pictures of my glorious finished socks!!!! Check it out:

Aren't they gorgeous? You can't really see the lace pattern from the flash, but trust me. The beauty is there. and I made them with my own hands, which is the best part.
Now I'm making my mother a pair from this cool blue and white yarn that apparently contains crab shells? Tofutsies--yet it is kinda stretchy, and soft, and smooth, and fun. only it smells a little odd. Hopefully they'll be done before her birthday/Mother's day. Luck to me!!!!