Friday evening my DH came home from Colorado so to celebrate the family went to the Oregon Zoo on Saturday. It was very cold, so there were few people to be seen at the outdoor exhibits and even the animals wisely chose to remain inside.
Here are A1, A2 & A3 admiring the sea lions from the underwater viewing area. My DH had a toasty warm head courtesy of his newly knitted hat, but alas, he’s already “misplaced” it. When the girls or I can’t find something it’s because we’ve been irresponsible and lost it. If something of his disappears it’s because somebody else took it. Ah, testosterone, it must be a tough burden to bear. Speaking of which, it was mating season for the mandrills and these are NOT shy animals. Enough said.
This morning’s shower Aria was briefly interupted by a phone call with breaking news that school was canceled and a lack of children at the center meant no work for me too. What a bummer. It’s amazing how just a few inches of snow can completely cripple the northwest. And a phone call just several minutes ago confirmed my fears that no school tomorrow might result in another day at home if the center doesn’t have enough children. Aack! It’s only been one day of confinement and I’m going insane. Can you imagine living in a one room cabin and being snowed in for months on end with people, like back in the pioneer days? I’d be insane. Yup, crazy as a loon. Thank heavens for electricity. Now if I could only impress upon my daughters how lucky they are to not have to haul in firewood or snow to melt for water then maybe they would stop whining about being bored because they can’t see their friends. Here is our house this evening.
I managed to knit a few rows on my cardigan. Garments always appear as disheveled, amorphous blobs prior to blocking so this picture isn’t the greatest. This will not be nearly as “tailored” as I’d hoped for, but my fingers are crossed that it won’t fit like a potato sack. I have a very long, narrow torso (obviously I’m not considering my arse to be part of my torso). To find a sweater to fit me around means that that my midriff is often left exposed. Not an attractive look for one of my maturity.