More Snow

At last measure I have 7" of snow in my yard. Heard The Ponderosa at last measure was 9" and it is still snowing. We are on target for breaking the record set in 1978. Can't wait to get the final measurement.

5 pm Snow Report

The snow is still coming down. 6" here at the house. DFW Airport has had 6 1/2". I will check again in a couple of hours. Since I have not had to be on the road this has been a fun day.

Snow Update

Ok, it does not snow like this in Texas. Here is an update. Three hours after my first post I now have 4 inches, yes 4 inches in my front yard. More is expected so more updates are to come. Whoo hoo what fun!

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!

It's Snowing! Again! The weather people had warned us that it was coming and when we got up this morning it was here. Right now there is about 2 1/2" to 2 3/4" and it is just middle of the morning with more supposed to arrive throughout the day. My doctor's office called me and rescheduled my appointment. On the Weather Channel they they asked what is worse a foot of snow in the North or an inch of snow in the South. I think it is an inch of snow in the South. We just don't get enough of it here to know what to do in it. It is very pretty and I love the sound of snow. Really when you have snow coming down and blanketing everything it is the sound of silence.

Lost Needles

This week I officially lost a pair of circular needles. This has never happened before. Sometimes needles get misplaced but after a long search through projects, bags, and stash they are usually found. Not this time. I had a project I wanted to start that took size 9 needles. As I ransacked the house through closets and bags and boxes I finally found the size 9 circular needles. Well sort of. I found an empty needle package. I am pretty good about keeping things together so this was weird. Again I went through everywhere I could think that they might have gotten stashed. They were nowhere. So a trip to The Shabby Sheep had to be made to get a new pair. The yarn I am using needs to be knit on bamboo needles. I mean I must have had five pair of Addi Turbos in various lengths but they are too slippy for this yarn. When I got to Shabby Sheep I found the right size needles hanging on the wall but then a basket of needles sitting on the table caught my eye. They were HiyaHiya. I had not used them before but immediately the cost of them was a plus. They were very reasonably priced but I was unsure about trying a new brand. They felt smooth so cost won out. I got them home and cast on and I have to tell you I am in love with these needles. They are wonderfully fantastic. The bamboo is smooth and the yarn just flows over them. I highly recommend them. The project I started is not shown here because then the cat would be out of the bag so all you get to see is the new package the needles came in. Pictures of project to follow. In fact it may be finished sooner than I thought because it is just flying on these new needles.

Not A Super Bowl Get-Together

"The Fam" got together this last Sunday. Not because of the Super Bowl but because Uncle Daisey had been wanting wings and it sounded good to everyone else. Allison makes the best wings hands down. This time to make more of them at a time TJ cooked them out in his big fryer. They were fantastic and the fries were some of the best I have had in a long time. Jo iced her Valentine cookies that we ate for dessert. Everyone always has a good time at The Ponderosa.

Silent Poetry Reading

I was reminded today by Lene, http://www.theseatedview.blogspot.com/, that today was the Feast of St Brigid or Imbolc, the Fifth Annual Blogger (Silent) Poetry Reading. She has a wonderful poem on her site as does Strickerin. There are links to both here on my blog. Not very long ago while Joseph was still in the Army a friend of mine sent this poem by Khalil Gibran to me. It became a favorite of mine probably because I have four kids and five grandkids.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.