The Facebook rumor mill is busy with predictions from my former students of an impending ice storm. Pretty sure they might exaggerate a tiny bit. There are an equal number of ice/snow rituals taking place. The only time white, upper class kids believe in voodoo is when it comes to a minuscule chance it might result in them getting out of school. I can't blame them I am pretty sure I feel the same way. The only difference is I have a enough sense to feel a bit ridiculous chanting in front of the toilet, flushing three ice cubes and doing the well respected snow dance. Some things have to stop when you reach a certain age...there are greater chances of falling and we all know that gets ugly in a bathroom.
I have been inspired of late. My good friend, Aunt J-Me, has recently become a crocheting maniac. I am in total awe of her ability to whip out scarves in a few hours, blankets in a night, it is crazy how good she is. She invited me to a Stitch and _itsch club. It was excellent food, laughter and learning. They finished scarves and I got something that resembled a worm...or maybe a super thin Barbie scarf. I know pitiful. I am learning. Maybe if we get some snow I can get some practice.
I better get busy...I gotta