When they canceled school for the next couple of days, it was still humid and in the 60's. I was out without my coat. Today I am sitting inside watching the icy rain turn to slush and begin to accumulate. My DD went and played in it and knocked icicles (Which she keeps calling icebergs ) off of the car. I think we will have to make another foray into the winter weather once there is more on the ground. It is beginning to look white out. I am not sure if our butter leaf lettuce ,that has shrugged off all of winter's previous attempts to kill it, will survive this. My DP did put some sheets on it in such a way that it will form little teepees around the heads. We shall see. I felt kind of decadent last evening, when I was able to have a couple of lovely unfiltered beers with a friend who is in town for a few days. Out at night on what should be a school night was like an illicit adventure, something else to do while others were busy buying up all of the white bread and milk at the local stores. I slept late. I put some beans on for a 15 bean soup that we hope will be a tasty way to finish off the never-ending-ham. I think tonight will be a white pizza night, yesterday was the smoky gouda, pizza cheese, red sauce, ham, pineapple, and jalapeño recipe. I have a feeling that tonight I will likely whip up whatever comes to mind.
The chill in the air and sleet on the ground is really the perfect knitting holiday for southern knitters. I have seen it snow maybe a total of 4 times in the Deep South. I am a yankee transplant so I am referring to the number of times I have seen snow in this location. I should be sitting in front of some interesting BBC series clicking away while unfinished objects fly off my needles, or working on a cowl that I started last Saturday. Instead I have been crippled by indecision. I want to cast on socks, but have a number of UFOs to deal with. I could break out the new swift an wind some hanks. I finally, purchased an umbrella swift. My brother gave me a KP gift certificate which I put toward the purchase. He thought it the safer of the two options,as my other request was a small digital scale for weighing yarn. As I described it, he thought it sounded too much like a drug scale and I was flying over the holidays. I understand that yarn can be addictive, but it is clearly not illegal to purchase or distribute. I have been trying to decide if getting the whole ball winding operation up and running is one that I want to involve my rather energetic (after being in doors & playing in the sleet) DD in as a way to harness some of that energy. You know what they say about idle hands... This could either be a stroke of genius or end in tears for the both of us. As I contemplate this course of action, she is participating in some type of dancing and high kicking venture. Is this still a good idea? If I am forced to listen to Kiidz Bop while we wind, will it drive me mad? Would all of this go better with a glass of wine? I am leaning toward living dangerously. I must go and decide on a course of action as the natives are getting restless.