Wrapped In Snow

Fiona Apple is sashaying her smoky way from my speakers while outside the world is full of snow, snow, snow! It's a wonderful time for sleeping and I am sending longing glances toward the bedroom door. Anticipation of a toasty, snuggly day. Poor cats are clumped around the radiator in the porch, keeping company with a sleepy Star who is making barely audible whuffly sounds as she dreams. No doubt she is hunting giant carrots among the stars. Ever wonder what our bunnies dream of?

The right front of Danielle's baby's Kimono Sweater is starting to take shape on my needles. It's required quite some mathematical calculations already but seems to be working out to the pattern's dimensions. I'm going to have to reknit the left front as the width is wrong, but so it goes. It's looking stunning in the variegated blues and teals of K1C2's Wick yarn. It was snaggy at first but once knitted, the soy fiber is smooth and soft under my fingers. If I have enough yarn left over, I hope to make a matching beanie.

Not sure what the rest of the day will bring, as it keeps snowing. We never see snow this far south and with at least 6 inches so far, our little microcosm has come to a standstill.

I was at it early this morning, sweeping Dad's walk with an old sponge mop in lieu of a snowshovel. The two of us went out for a late breakfast of omelets and bisquits and gravy at the local gas station. The grill girls at DJs have husbands with snowplows so they made it into work when nearly everyone else from here to town are still stuck in their beds. Exhibiting unusual foresight, Dad picked up a can of sauerkraut and a package of hot dogs to fortify him in case we get snowed in. I got orange juice because, after all, going hungry is preferable to dying of thirst. And I have plenty of microwave popcorn in either case.

I didn't think we'd be able to get back home, or down our hill, but we did. Dropped Dad off (with his sauerkraut) and slogged to my front door. I came into the porch like an overburdened snow monster, scattering weirded out cats in all directions. And where did I head first? My computer. My lifeline. I sat down for an episode of Enterprise before bed and fumbled around for my knitting, but alas, I left the knitting in the car (drat). So here I am, blogging, instead.

I did buy another fountain pen. If it's only $10, does it count as a sin? Let's just keep this between ourselves. I need to confine myself to only buying ink from now on. Promise.

Time for me to give into the promise of that heating blanket on my bed and what dreams may come. Giant carrots perhaps. Among the stars.