Group Think

There's a little town about 20 minutes from here called Bogart.  (I have no idea where the name came from.)  There's a lovely, recently renovated library there, and each Thursday night a knitting group meets there.  I've thought about going in the past, but decided I'd start this year.  Well, the first Thursday night I was too wrapped up in Madeleine.  Last week, Briton had my car.  This week, I made it.

There were four of us there, and I was easily the youngest.  No shade, just observation.  I worked on a hat of recycled sari silk, someone else was making a scarf, and I'm not sure about the other two.

I can't say it was "fun," per se, but I'll go back.  To break my lack of routine if nothing else.

Tuesday Stuff

 

This is a Christmas tree.

This is also a Christmas tree.

This is another Subversive Cross-Stitch sampler.

This is my blind draw scarf.

This is a leaf sheep slug.  Cuter than anything I'll ever make with any type needle.

She Stays With Me

Madeleine came home today.  After I picked up her ashes (I have a hard time saying "cremains"), I sat in the funeral home parking lot and cried.  In all honesty, I have been on the verge of sobbing/throwing up/having a panic attack for many, many days. 

My appointment with my psychiatrist was this morning, and he was very understanding about Maddie, saying that the death of a pet can cause more heartbreak than a lot of people realize.  I do wonder if I've been carrying more sadness than I realized.  He suggested doubling up my antidepressant, so we'll see in a few days.

Snow in the South

The sound of snow is one of my very favorites.  On the spectrum's other end is the sound of snow melting.  You know, the water running down the gutters.  It's so sad to me.

There's scarcely anything left today.  In the always shady parts of the yard, there are patches.  Tap seems to be looking around for it.  He enjoyed it yesterday (despite the barking at how it arrived), sniffing around and seeing exactly where it was.

On the subject of snow:

You know I love this.

It Happened

Sorry to have only these two photos.  I have a nice video of the snow coming down, but can't get it to load.  It started snowing before dawn, and stopped before Noon, maybe?  Still, the skies have been that snow grey all day, and there's a good amount of slush around --- especially on the roads --- to freeze overnight.

Tap woke me up barking around 7, so I got out if bed to see what was going on.  He usually only barks in what is basically his "alert" mode if there's a car pulled up outside, or he sees people walking.  It took me a minute to realize he was barking at the snow.  As it was falling.  Which qualifies as an outside disturbance, I suppose.

My gardenia bush there wound up pulled down by the weight of the snow and ice.  I think it will bounce back up when everything is melted.  A few branches snapped off trees, but nothing major.  The pines are all standing;  they're the chief concern in ice.

It was definitely a lap blanket kind of day.

I've knit and read and done just a little cross-stitching.  Tonight, football of course.

 

We Are So Excited About the Snow!!

 Though my life as a Southerner long ago taught me that just because a couple of weathermen say snow is on the way doesn't mean it will be so.  Ice and sleet are usually more likely, and so much less fun.  You can't ball up ice and have a fight, for crying out loud.

Every school in and around here is closed tomorrow, including UGA.  The library will be closed, so Briton won't have to go to work.  Depending on what happens in Atlanta, Hannah may not either.

Madeleine's ashes are ready to be picked up, but Briton has my car for who knows how many days.  He poured hot water on his windshield this morning to melt the frosty ice and, well, you can guess...  I have learned as a mother that there are SO many things your children wind up not knowing, even when you're sure you taught them, or you assumed common sense or life experience would have taught them.

Doubt

What will we do without Justin Trudeau?  Are any other world leaders going to wear fun socks?  Idoubtitverymuch.

How do we know for unquestionably sure that no two snowflakes are alike?  Has someone seen every single snowflake?  What about fingerprints, or dogs' nose prints, or giraffes' and zebras' patterning?  Has anyone ever looked everywhere?  Idoubtitverymuch.

Could I be any happier with how my handwarmers were received?  Idoubtitverymuch.

(I got the okay from her and her mom to post the photo.)  She crocheted her scarf, by the way.  She and her mother are finding Tunisian crochet easier than "regular," and are having a lot of fun with it.

Snow and ice are expected on Friday, and everyone is in a tizzy about it.  I did groceries today, which had been the plan even before I heard that snow was possible.  Go anywhere near a grocery store tomorrow?  Nothankyou.