This Day

I woke up this morning to snow flurries. Though it snowed quite heavily for a few hours, there was no accumulation. I guess the ground was too warm. Just as well. It ended in the afternoon after the snow turned to rain. It has been raining steadily ever since. It seems like it has been raining fairly continually since Christmas. I'm not complaining. It is what southerners think that the Seattle area is like. But those who have been here for a while are balking at the rain. They tell me this is the most rain they can remember in years.

I gazed out the window and knit all day. It was a great day for it. But it doesn't make for stimulating conversation. And since I was ignoring the elephant in the room, it doesn't provide me with much to write about.

My sister and I watched a movie on Netflix or Hulu tonight instead of watching the elephant. It was called Still, and was a re-telling of Tuck Everlasting. I thought it was a bit darker than Tuck Everlasting, but my sister had never watched it or read the book, so she didn't have an opinion.

I need to start getting out again, if only to have more to think about. But I've gotten a few pairs of socks knit and I have a good start on some counted cross stitch. I've also been researching the early 1900's for a project that I'm working on. What I'm finding is all either Roald Dahl or Downton Abby. I think there must be something in the middle. Surely there was a comfortable middle somewhere.