i sat out on the porch, all bundled up, and that helped a great deal to alleviate my cabin fever. it’s very beautiful out there. randy called down that it’s still all frozen solid, and it’s in the 20s—he’ll bring the mule down later and maybe i can go up to the house to get on facebook at some point, but there won’t be any getting out today, i don’ think. nothing’s moving. the goats went back in—and while we both were out i could smell goat funk all the way over here, so it’s been quite awhile since they were out!
but knitting on the porch was great. this is a magical experience, for sure, completely safe, but isolated like another century. i’ll get to dance week next year, but this is rare. i sat out there for over an hour, and finished my boot sock up to the toe, which i came in to work now. my own toes risked frostbite, i think, despite my mountain colors socks and sheepskin boots, but everything else is fine, and now i’m having some tea in my raku’d teacup. all is right with the world.
i took some video of myself, being really the only thing to take video of that i haven’t already, and i discovered i look like flay. i hadn’t realized that before. coming up on the last year of my 50s, and it seems in winter, bundled up in hand knits, i’m a dead ringer for mr. flay. which, i realize gratefully,is so much better than being simply dead.
FLASH: RANDY, WHO JUST BROUGHT BY MY LAUNDRY (FOLDED EVEN!) SAYS I SHOULD BE ABLE TO WALK TO KATHY’S—AND MAYBE SHE CAN SHOW ME THE ROAD TO THE FOLK SCHOOL! I’M GOING TO TRY THAT RIGHT NOW!