unlocated restless

It was so bright last night. I always thought that it was the time to get up, whenever I woke up during the night. It is snowing. The snow is still flying outside the windows now. The sky is dim, as if the evening is coming in the morning.
There were dreams last night. Often enough, they explain certain theories through actions. It was rather enjoyable, I remember, like some enjoyable games. The plot had even repeated. But I am uable to recall it now.
I finished the knitting of Martin's socks last night.
'What should I knit the next?' I asked my husband.
'Ah, you could knit a pair for yourself as well,' he replied, 'then, we would have the identical socks.'
I do not remember if I smiled at him faintly. But I remember I replied him that 'this pair of socks are not for you.' I didn't feel sorry for that,because we are sufficient with socks.
'Ah, not for me?' Then he asked with a little embarrassment.
'They are for Martin. You forgot.'
'Right, ah right, I remember that you have mentioned it before.'
'Martin asked for that last Christmas, you know.'
Martin said that last Christmas when he saw the pullover and scarf which I knitted for the little boys of their cousin. He said, he felt the socks from the gramma was rather nice.
Martin's wife has delivered a baby few days ago. On 4th this month, specifically speaking. A boy, more than 4 kilos. My husband has received an email from the new born baby, which named Robin. Attached to the email, there are two photos. He explicitly instructed that those photos should not be appeared on facebook or any other public space.
Alright. But I don't quite get it. What is this fuss. The photos of all babies are appeared on the website of the hospital already.
It reminded me of what the mother of Robin asked me after I posted their wedding photos on facebook. She asked me to teke them down. So I immediately changed them into the private folder. That time, it was at least understandable. because she was taking sick leave at home and therefore, she didn't want her active photos to be exposed to her colleagues, although I think that she enjoyed the party and my photos not less than all others.
I was ordered by words, looks, and body postures, to take photos for them, not only on the occasion of their wedding, as if in case I didn't do according to her order, then I would be guilty for neglecting my duties. Those kind of unrefined postures always make me feel uncomfortable to take it with ease. Actually, as a member of the family, things like that is something I would be willing to do without saying. But she is just very capable of making things ugly and tasteless in that way. I wander where is such kind attitude of her grounded. With what quality in her mind and what of her deed, she assumes that she is in the position to give me orders?
What a funny woman. hmm, I think that I cannot even consider her as a woman, but merely a kid.