Shattered snow showers

This will surprise those of you who live in places that have actually seen some serious winter weather, but my kids are absolutely dying for a good snow. We here in the Philadelphia area didn't see a single flake until last week, when some light snow showers thrilled everyone. Here is Miss Thing trying to catch some snowflakes on her tongue:



(She has a pointy little reptile tongue, no?)

Earlier this week, we had another unexpected snow shower and it made the whole world look so pretty. It was the perfect amount, barely a covering but enough to give everything a little buttercream frosting. We may get an inch or two tonight; as G. told me, they are predicting "shattered snow showers."

Things were pretty quiet here at home -- the kid back in their school routine, me noticing a sharp increase in my energy level. Which is odd, considering what time of year it is. This is partly because I think I'm getting closer to the end rather than the beginning of my Lyme, and partly because I joined a new gym and have been exercising pretty regularly.

Then on Tuesday, I got a call from my mom, who had experienced chest pains and was sent directly to the hospital, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. In today's world of crapful health plans, the notion that her doctor would see her and immediately check her in to the hospital struck me as ominous. After doing a battery of tests, it was decided she did not have a heart attack and was sent home. I am planning on driving upstate, God have mercy on me, to visit her this weekend.

As far as actual knitted objects, I've been primarily working on stuff for the book. Which, sadly, I can't show you yet. There's been a lot of thinking and planning and graphing out, and some ripping back, too. But our first deadline is rapidly approaching and so panic is setting in. I've been trying to keep some small, mindless projects on the side for times when I need a break or am knitting away from home. I'm nearly finished with a sweater that I originally intended to give to N., but upon seeing how much he dislikes wearing sweaters, even bee-yoo-tiful handmade ones, I may revisit what to do with it. What I'm really yearning to work on is socks. I've got some great sock yarns queued up in my stash and I'm going to cast something on soon, dammit.

Plus it's hard to keep my hands off my own handiwork. To wit, "Reckless,"



part of tomorrow's etsy update.