Friday night, we had a little cold snap and Saturday morning, we woke up to this — We only got a light dusting, and with a low of only 32F /0 C, it wasn’t cold enough for snow or ice to stick to the sidewalks or pavement. The snow quickly melted, but it was picturesque while it lasted. I understand other parts of the country have not gotten off so light.
In the knitting news, I know I should check my work for mistakes every inch or so, but I got to watching YouTube videos and made a (very noticeable) mistake on one of the borders and didn’t catch it until about four inches later. Not gonna lie; swearing happened. Fortunately, I was able to just frog that corner back to the mistake and fix it, and didn’t have to frog the whole durn thing back that far. It’s my latest pattern, ( it’s a 3-ball shawl, and I’m on the third ball).
I’ve been watching episodes of the BBC’s “Digging for Britain” on YouTube. It’s a show about British archaeology. The presenter is a lady with a very posh accent . She’s a bit precious but bearable. However, we’ve already met a couple of former Time Teamers. In Britain, you can’t hardly turn around without tripping over something historic. They’ve got Celts and Romans, Angles and Saxons and Jutes (oh, my!), Vikings and Normans, kings and castles. What do we got out here in the flatlands? We had some Clovis folks wandering through once or twice, hunting mastodons and leaving their trash at a nearby lake, then zip for the next 11,000 years — nothing but buffalo and prairie dogs and the odd Comanche. My town’s only been here since 1891,. I’m so jealous.