If wool yarn has memory, then these socks must have amnesia.

There is nothing quite as frustrating as finally wrenching your boot off, only to find that the sock has decided to stay behind.  Especially when that leaves you wobbling on one foot (just wait, you whippersnappers, it will come to this eventually) and the door mat is full of snow and chicken poop.  And you've left your house shoes conveniently out of reach.  And the cat has decided that this is the moment to rub vigorously against your booted ankle.  It is, as they say, a 'thing' in winter.

Photographic evidence

Yes, work has begun on round two of Polargeddon.  Or Winter Storm Jayden (honestly????).  I have devised a plan for the quail (hatched - the idea - during three successive early mornings of sleeplessness - so we will see how good it is) that involves three wool blankets and two bags of fleece.  Heaven help us.


Snow should break out today, so I am keeping a close eye on the weather.  I am not going to repeat Thursday.  Not nohow, as Lewis Carroll so aptly put it.  (TANGENT ALERT)  I think that Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are my all-time favorite books.  One of the only things I have ever memorized is The Jabberwocky, which I often spouted off, no matter how glazed the eyes of my audience became.  Early on in my working career (present job - earlier version), a group of us went to lunch to celebrate something or other.  Included in the group was a very interesting fellow - a lobbyist with deep connections.  Some way or another, Lewis Carroll came up in conversation and, before you know it, we both went off, quoting The Jabberwocky.  We were fast friends after that.


When I was in college (an Art and English major, can't you tell?) I rendered a version of the original Jabberwocky illustration in fine point pen and ink, on a 4 x 4 foot piece of rice paper.  I was a little OCD in my early 20s.


Back to the present.  If you want to know more, you're going to have to wait for the book.  And the book can't come out until everyone I ever knew before the age of 50 is dead.


I think that the Midwest may be having it worse, weather-wise than we will - my thoughts are with all of you, all my warmest thoughts.  Let's hope this is the last of the Arctic weather and we can get back to a 'normal' February.  I am arming myself with my seed catalogs this weekend - plus my sister is coming for an overnight, which will thrill the dogs and me no end.  I believe it will also include Mexican food and margaritas.


(TANGENT ALERT)  What is with the Japanese and their overwhelming desire to decimate ocean species?  Apparently, they have set their sites on Minke whales - all in the name of research.  I seriously think we need to hunt THEM down and bitch-slap them silly.  Bastards.


(Inhale)  This is why I need to stay away from the news.  I can feel my blood pressure skyrocketing.  Speaking of which, I have my annual physical Friday morning.  That should be interesting.  To everyone in the path of the latest winter onslaught, stay inside, stay warm and wrap yourself in furry bodies, if you are lucky enough to have them around.