So I guess my great-grandmother died yesterday. I can't be sad, though, because she wasn't doing too well. She was in her 90s; she had a long, full life, and lots of children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren who loved her. I don't know much about her except that she crocheted and her husband, my great-grandfather, was 13 years older than she. They met at a barn dance, and my great-grandfather was quoted as saying, "Well, she looked good to me." Haha.

Dream:
     I was hanging out with my dad, and we were at a gas station that sold books. I found a book that had patterns for knitting every single dog breed. I begged my dad to buy it for me, and started knitting a replica of my dog.