There was light snow. Tom played with his new snowblower.
So far, I’ve been knitting a sweater that has only gotten smaller. I started it and finished the body in November. I spent weeks trying to get the first sleeve to cooperate and then I finally frogged the whole thing.
Now I have restarted the Funky Grandpa sweater, confident that it will be done by June.
Don’t mock me.
We’ve had some C O L D days. Yes, it’s Winter but we’ve never had it so cold that our heating unit couldn’t keep up. It never got above 63 degrees, inside (57 in the bedroom). We learned to adapt.
The snow wasn’t without it’s beautiful parts.
This was beautiful until the town plowed our driveway in and I promptly got stuck on the “hump”, while trying to drive out. My car was halfway in the street for 40 minutes, as I tried to dig myself out…get into car and rock it back and forth…lather, rinse, repeat. A town worker drove by (lucky me) right before a friend of Tom’s came to help free me.
And when the temperature went from -5 degrees to the low 40’s along with rain, it was transformed again.
And it’s only the 15th…
You may wonder why I still haven’t posted pix of my Stitches haul or the goings on in my garden.
Soon you’ll be able to add “Why haven’t you posted any photographs from Vegas?”.
I will say this…
Today while pre-packing,
Don’t tell me that you don’t pre-pack. If you try, I won’t believe you. I found a bag in my suitcase. It turned out to be 4 skeins of yarn. Four MORE skeins of yarn than I’d previously unpacked and stuffed into a large box.
Unless I’ve found a way for yarn to spontaneously appear, I really do need a good assistant.
If it’s a magic suitcase, I hope it works the same for slot machine winnings.
I also found a Panera, orange-iced scone, from the Stitches trip. It was still in the Panera bag and – thank heavens – I had put it into a freezer Ziploc bag. The bag was green and that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
When the alarm clock goes off at 4am, usually I roll over and go back to sleep.
Sunday, I couldn’t fall asleep so I grabbed my phone and
– checked the weather for home, Georgia (Stitches South isn’t very far off), the town where Tom works and Vegas (a gal can dream),
– caught up on all of the E entertainment news and local news (which usually consists of the same 5 stories, for a week),
– checked Instagram and caught up on ALL of Twitter. You can do this at 4am because hardly anyone in the US is tweeting and I guess I don’t follow enough people who live overseas.
Ah, the wonders of a smartphone.
It’s smart but it can’t help me sleep
Then I realized we were supposed to have another snowstorm and my car was low on gas – not that I actually go anywhere during a snowstorm but one needs to be prepared.
By 6:55 I had filled up with gas (ha ha!) and gone to the grocery store for Lactaid. We really were out of it. I don’t stock up for a one-day storm.
Except for gas. *blink blink*
I also learned that Panera doesn’t open the cafe until 7:30am but they open the drive-thru at 7, on a Sunday. Also? There’s no prize for being the first customer at the drive-thru, other than the knowledge that I was there a full hour before I usually wake up.
Your reward for getting thru this whole post?
p.s. We never did get more than a wet snow/rain that didn’t stick.
Just a quick (backwards) glance at December and bidding farewell to 2012.
We were involved in a bad car accident. No accident is good but we’re lucky we didn’t take my car when we headed to Long Island.
The person hit us low and hard.
I saw her in the side view mirror about 2 seconds before she hit us. After that it was just boom, boom, airbags, dust, boom. (Her hitting us, us hitting trailer in front of us, us hitting the cement divider after getting tossed upwards and then sliding sideways.)
The ambulance took us away and we spent about 3 1/2 hours in an Emergency Room.
X-rays and tetanus shot for him. Blood test, IV and CT scan for me.
All in all, we left the house at 8:30am and returned at 8:45pm and never got more than 2 hours from our home. Wes yelled at us for being away so long…he had no idea that he was just lucky we came home.
I’ve got bruised ribs and a possible fractured vertebrae (still waiting for results of a second CT scan) and Tom has a cut finger (?) and a possible concussion.
We’re lucky to be alive and for that I am very thankful.
Not the best bedtime story but it has a good ending, no?
And, to all a good night.