Hmmmph.
The brightness of the falling snow and the streetlight outside my bedroom combined forces at 3:30 AM today, and led me to believe it was morning.
Silly me.
I got up, ignored the darkness of the hallway, and stumbled downstairs. I was ravenous, and so snarfed down my Honey Nut Cheerios with a banana while waiting for the coffee to brew.
I turned on the computer. Checked the time. Oh, hell, what is this? Middle of the night? WTF.
So I stayed up for a while, read some work-related email (bad idea) and finally got tired enough to go back to bed.
I have plans to go Christmas shopping today out at Eastview, but if the roads are bad, I may have to rein that plan in and just go to Greece.
So here’s the damage, in terms of snowfall.
I know. It could be so much worse.
So anyway. It’s stopped snowing, I’m sure the plows have been out, so a road trip to Victor for some Christmas secrets might not be out of the question.
Harrison P. Cat is unsure of his feelings about snow.
Though it seems clear in this picture. It’s a feline version of What the hell is going on, Mom?
Despite a week from holy hell at work (the impending holidays bring out the best in everyone, don’t they?), some progress has been made in the knitting department.
Witness the Waves scarf in Malabrigo merino. This is the Rhodesian colorway. Of which I need more, as this scarf (or, more specifically, the cables) eat yarn.
Version 2.0 of Brooklyn Tweed’s Noro striped scarf is a mindless knit that I can do anytime. I like the color striping better on this version than the previous one I did.
Of course no week is complete without a trip to the yarn store. I’ve found a new appreciation for Knit ‘n’ Purl in Brighton. I used to think they were pretty snobby, but now I enjoy my visits. Besides, it’s on my way to the hospital, so a quick stop at lunch time is a nice way to break up the day. And where else can I get the dirt on what is evidently very old news to everyone else, but news to me…the Debbie Bliss, Noro, KFI cashmere scandal?
I never walk away empty handed. I had meant to see if she had more of the Malabrigo colorway for my Waves scarf, but instantly forgot about that as I perused the Noro silk garden lite cubby.
And got this. Colorway is 2017. It’s earmarked for either a Clap or a Lady Eleanor.
My calm and reasonably pleasant life as I know it is about to be disrupted by a week of on-call. Remember I said holidays and people don’t necessarily mix? Ramp that chemical reaction up a notch or three with families in crisis. So this week will likely be a challenge, and I can pretty much kiss my crafty night life goodbye.
I keep telling myself… Money. It’s more yarn money.
Yep. Uh huh. I’ll just keep saying that.
Harrison P. Cat made his decision re: the snow. He doesn’t look too happy, and seems to be taking his frustration out on some poor artificial creature.
Maybe I should wear my new snow boots to Eastview. Where do I think I live? Alaska?
