All Work and No Play Makes Ann a Dull Girl
December 23, 2004
I don’t . . . know . . . if I can write . . . a whole post . . . Things are . . . dire . . . here . . .
We had a night of frozen stuff clicking against the windows which brought to mind the Big Freeze of ’94.
Why, the Big Freeze was the sort of event we’ll be talking about for another ten years. All the trees fell over, limbs cracking in the night like gunshots. It was like somebody got out a giant firehose and coated the entire city in a half inch of glassy ice. On the third day, Hubbo and I got so sucked into the idea that our entire civilization was coming to an end that we bought a gallon of antifreeze and filled up the toilets. Our next-door neighbor, an incredibly decent guy who was the World’s Most Prepared Boy Scout troop leader, told us this was necessary.
It wasn’t, of course, but we did learn how very BLUE antifreeze is.
It took five days for us to get power back, and weeks for anybody unlucky enough to be out in the country. It was one of those times when everybody was all excited at how terrible the whole thing was, even though we knew it wasn’t anything more than a big mess.
Today’s ice event hasn’t sent me to the auto parts store yet, though it did make the cedars droop like a tuckered-out shopper at the mall:
The illusion that we are stranded today has me feeling all Ma Ingalls (when I’m not feeling all Jack Nicholson in The Shining), like I need to make do with the meager stores we have put away here. Thank God I remembered to stash five tons of yarn over the past year! Rooting through the inventory for a little something to start, I came across:
On the left is Lang Venezia, which is half mohair and half acrylic. At the right is everybody’s favorite, Rowan Kidsilk Haze. I’m going to try some scribble lace on 15s. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE scribble lace? Especially in these rugged times we’re facing down here?
I’m going to check the larder to make sure we haven’t run out of Breakfast Blend and biscotti. Please! Send a St. Bernard!