When I get up at my usual 4A, it is dark. The dogs go tear-assing outside to protect us from whatever lurks and I am always worried that there will actually BE something to attack out there in the dark. A couple of mornings ago, Bertie came charging in with something rather large in his mouth. It was also dark inside, as I may get up early, but I need to approach light (and waking up) gradually... I told him to drop it, which he did. Then I did a dumb thing - I bent over and grabbed it. In the dark. It was stiff, cold and furry. ARGLE!
I ran to the nearest lamp and switched it on. Of course, now that we have all these wonderful energy-saving bulbs, it takes some little time for actual light to appear.
I wondered where my other best mitten went. Apparently, a good bit of the top either went down Bertie's gullet, or I may find the remnants in the spring thaw.
How much snow did we get? Well, take a look-see at my neighbor plowing my drive:
|It was his medium tractor|
|I have tractor envy.|
Yes. That much.
All this forced inside living has given me an excuse to make progress on my latest pair of socks - destined for my other sister.
It's been a little hard to focus because Melanie appeared at our Knit In on Saturday wearing cabled leg warmers that I immediately coveted. What a smart thing! I am always getting snow in my boots. I went rooting around in my stash and came across some Noro yarn that is....well, weird. I have a love thang going with Noro yarn. My late and dear Kate despised it - it is very....organic. Apparently, this colorway of super bulky yarn was not selling (oh, do tell) so I must have taken a look at the price and pounced on it. I imagine the yarn store employees were snortling all the way to the cash register.
|It's like knitting with organic matter. Cool-ish.|
HOWEVER, I do believe they will make a fetching pair of gaiter/leg warmers. They look rather like lichen-y, mossy, barky things. I better make sure I keep moving when the dogs are around me...