...fevah in the mornin, fevah all through the house that we are stuck in again because it was FRIGGIN SNOWING all through the night....
I spent all day trying to become a knitwear designer of ruffly fingerless mitts. I'll let you know when that works out.
I made an octopus (NO! A SQUID) with Wendy out of construction paper and yarn, and we counted the legs over and over, first "regular," and then in Spanish: Uno, Dos, Bles, Waplo, Sinco, Tres, Siete, Ocho, Nueve!
There was a lot of wind overnight, which sculpted the snow into surreal waves and trenches. We are hemmed in by a desert of white crystal...the kind of bizarre natural event that photos just cannot capture. The kind of beautiful, if bizzare, natural event that puts me in a strange mood.
I think a nice happy drink is in order to wrap up the rest of the afternoon. I'm thinking, let's kill the rest of the boxed wine and some citrus fruit? YES. Let's do it. What a brilliant idea we've had! Ta!