Petunia rambles on and on….

I’ve got a plan for today!

I’m going to try to stay out of all stores.  ALL stores! I thought about going to the local Wal-Mart just for nail polish, but I’ve never in my life gone into a large store and come out with only one thing. If I go, I’ll pick up a few other things that we need, and a great deal of things that we don’t.  Best I stay home and do laundry – and the washer and dryer are both running right now.

The crock pot is “crocking” or whatever the verb would be that indicates the pot is working towards a lovely dinner, and I’m sitting here not doing that!  There are beef cubes in there, and onions, and seasonings and at the end of it all, I’ll boil some egg noodles and look like I worked all day in the kitchen.

There is an error in the lace part of my February Lady Sweater.  I am embarrassed to admit that I was 2 rows past it before I noticed. I have to tink back and correct it, as swearing did not work. I have a marker ring every 7 stitches, after every repeat and still, I messed up.

I’m going to do that now, while I have daylight coming in the back window, and I can sit in my glider chair and work without using the Ott-lite. And I’m going to check the rest of it very thoroughtly!!

I was fascinated with my copy of Knitting in the Old Way that I wrote about here and more about it here. It changed the way I think about knitting garments and our reliance on printed patterns. Then I got Ethnic Knitting Discovery by Donna Druchunas. Wow!

And today…….

this arrived! And I haven’t got the time or inclination to sit here and type when I’ve got a good book to read. Got it through Amazon. I loved the first book, Discovery, and this one looks like its all I expected it would be!

Donna, you’ve done it again and I thank you. Deb, beautiful book, ma’am.

It was a wet snow that we got yesterday. Dry snow is like powder, blows around a lot more. Wet snow sticks where it lands, better for making snowballs. Packs to ice fast, so it can make a really nasty snowball! It clings to its fellow snow-mates, I guess.

I opened the storm door, looked out, and said a really nasty word! Look at how the snow has balanced itself high up on that narrow handrail on my steps. Now, that’s some wet, heavy snow. (note dog’s chain looped in there, making more of a pattern!) Yeah, it’s heavier to shovel, more likely to melt into ice quickly. Everything looks pretty and pristine here, because dog hasn’t been out in it – oddly, the dainty fool doesn’t like snow. First dog I’ve ever had (or heard of) that doesn’t go wild, bouncing and leaping in the stuff. This one remains on the porch for as long as she can hold her business in, looking back plaintively, eyes saying “let me back in where it’s warm. Let me roll my wet fur on your sofa to dry off.”

But there’s a problem with wet snow’s ability to do this natural “balancing act.”

It balances on tree branches, and gets heavier and heavier as more snow falls and it all clings together like long-lost friends from grade school. And the weight increases until tree limbs start to break. Weight also affects power lines, those that aren’t yet buried. If the snow on the lines doesn’t take them out, breaking branches do.

I need spring, and I need it now.