It's been over a month now that we lost Aunt Narda. I accompanied my cousin and her sister-in-law to court on Monday. I had a chance to speak to the Deputy D.A. handling the case. She's confident that the case will end in a guilty verdict and a life sentence. She's right that closure isn't achieved even after the sentencing, though. That will take a long time coming, if ever. My mom and aunt are buried together now, though. May they rest in peace and be forever embraced by Our Lord.
I started crocheting again. Hopefully I can use up my scrap yarn. I'm just playing around with everything. I have yet to use my swift and ball winder. That's today's goal. There is a sweater I want to make for my baby niece and a doily-ghan I want to finish. I really should make a list of all the projects I have in mind. I keep adding more and more but don't seem to advance much. Then I think of what I want to cook for dinner, and my mind is wandering off again. I think today I'll make more enchiladas to finish off the sauce I made during the week. It is nice and spicy. Being Mexican, I mean spicy. LOL. After dinner, I am getting back to my transcripts. It's a never-ending story with those transcripts. It's my livelihood, though; so I'm glad for them.
About three weeks ago, my parrot, Alfie, flew away. I call for him every day, but I know he's either very far away or someone else has him. He's such a curious boy and loves to talk to people. I hope he's fine. I miss him more than I thought I would ever miss him. I pray every day that he comes back. Once spring is over and his hormones have calmed down, I hope he's back. I imagine I hear him every day and then go out looking for him, but of course it's just my imagination. Be safe, baby. I love you.