knitting in the thundersnow
Day 1 of my thing-a-day commitment is a bit less of a thrill than it maybe could be. I took the gentleman friend out for a birthday dinner and then worked on one of my ongoing knit projects, a brioche stitch scarf to replace the first scarf I ever made for myself which I left on an airplane two weeks ago. I like to think that a flight attendant or cleaning crew member or someone is currently well pleased with that scarf; that makes me less annoyed at myself for having forgotten it.
It is a day when we talk about nothing but the weather: abruptly at 2:30 this afternoon the windows of my 17th-floor office all but disappeared in whirling gusts of snow. This is the first blizzard of my life, and I’m pretty thrilled by it, and pretty thankful that everywhere I really need to go is within two blocks’ walk of my apartment. Thunder and wind and snowplows are all howling outside my window, and Nick and I are both clattering away on our laptops under a blanket. However, the bartender at Longman & Eagle where we had dinner invited us to a snowball fight, and I am not one to pass up an evening’s snow-tossing opportunity. As expected, doing fun things continues to get in the way of writing about those things on the internet. It’s a good problem to have.
