Not knitting

This one's for you, Maura. I was thinking to myself, "If only I had a place on the Internet I could put pictures of works-in-progress to show other people who live far away without having to e-mail them huge files...."

Anyway. Flying Geese blocks, one after the other, until I realized, by spreading them out on the floor, that I nearly have enough to finish an entire quilt top.

Final layout to be determined, of course. Absent from the picture are the cats, who cannot resist quilts-in-progress. They sit on them, hop on the dining table to sleep on them (bad cats!) and generally can't wait until my back is turned so they can mess with them. J. was up late and watched Spoot pounce on one block, skidding it across the floor with her paws before she turned to pounce on the next. Wee terror.

Off to run errands and go back to the hospital. Dad's doing much better, so I'm very pleased. He did not age into a kindly grandfather type as much as he did a cranky old coot, so I suspect he'll be giving the nurses fits when he's awake enough to start telling them what he wants to do. Which is fine by me.