Tuesday ended up to be a winter wonderland reminiscent of Cassie's post on winter light. A bit of Iceland has come to Salt Lake City. A thin white blanket covered everything, including the black ice on the roads. The commute was a nightmare for many, including poor Smith, as his usual 30 minute trip home took nearly two hours. Many of us didn't even try to go to Stitch 'n Bitch. While I might throw myself in front of a train for grrlfriends, this wasn't the night to do so. Teri and I thought it unfair that Mother Nature would spoil our weekly night out with grrlfriends, but that's just the way it goes. Travel was just too dangerous. Things were a bit better the following morning, but the sun caused a blinding glare on the snow and didn't warm the air much.
Our little Murphy is 13, nearly blind and deaf, and skinny as a rail. We made him wear the coat that Neena (yes, she can knit) made for him years ago. (He wasn't happy, but he survived.) Without much body fat the little guy would freeze as the temperature Wednesday morning was 6 degrees. The cold, dry air is what produces Utah's famous 'greatest snow on earth'. The resorts are full of the powdery white stuff skiers love...REAL snow. Clear days like this make the cold bareable as the mountains are gorgeous in their pure white coats.
(You'll just freeze your arse off while you stand there oogling the peaks.)
The process of Jaywalking (I told you it was dangerous to jaywalk in Salt Lake!) can be filed under the old adages 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again', 'third times a charm', and 'never, never give up'! New yarn, something a bit thicker and softer than Koigu (some knitters, including Vera, have had success with Koigu), produced a less firm fabric...this might be the 'right stuff'.
The process continues apace.