Friday, January 5, 2018

End of a short week

We had New Year's Day off, as usual. Then we had Thursday off, due to inclement weather. The snowfall in our area was patchy - I had an inch of snow in my yard, two miles away it was double, in areas to the south and west, they had 5 or 6 inches of snow. Happily, the sun came out and the streets are clear. Solar plowing wins again!

Our weaving guild has a special event every January, for Distaff_Day. The location is in Moore County, west of here, so people are considering postponing it until the following Saturday. I'd point and laugh, but a friend of mine got in a car accident on Thursday, because of black ice. It's real and we have it.

The orange buffoon continues to stress me (and other thinking persons) right the heck out. I haven't given up hope for Mueller's investigation, and James Comey's Twitter feed is delightful. I read an excerpt in New York Magazine of the new book about Trump. Everything you guessed is true, and worse.

The animals are all fine, if a little tubby. Unlike Dolly, Jake and Ivy are not fond of the cold weather. Ivy goes to the door, all wags, but when I open it, she suddenly says, nevermind, I'm good. (I boot her out anyway.) Since David's at home, we don't leave them out all day. He is all too sympathetic to their chilliness, since he hates the cold, so they get to lie about on their dog beds like the royalty they are.

I've been working on a few small projects for Distaff  Day - crocheted flowers and the like. I am not a crocheted flower kind of person. I'm using a skein of yarn I got in a swap that is a) pastel, b) sparkly, and c) mohair. The color scheme is adequately described as Unicorn Barf. It's perfect for this use (since I wouldn't wear it to a house fire). I'll try to take some photos.

Happy 2018. May all our impeachment wishes come true.

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