When it was snowing last night on the way home, we came across a native Tennessean who had run his truck into a telephone pole! *eep* He was trying to walk 2 miles in 25 degree weather (People do DIE that way... up North) with no coat and in short sleeves. We drove him up the road and dropped him off at home. He was quite afraid of J's method of controlling our truck on the ice, which included switching to neutral and not really minding about fishtailing a bit here and there ;o) When we told him we had lived in North Dakota before here, he eased up a little!
I am getting to the end of The Beekeeper's Apprentice. Really it is shameful of me, because there was a time not long ago I would have sat down and read a book cover to cover during the course of a night. I don't know what it is, but I am much more easily distracted now.
Working on dishcloth #5. I really hope I will get 8 or even 10 done for the flea market on Tuesday morning. But, considering we are having a 'Southern Snowstorm' (meaning the snow doesn't melt on contact) the flea market may not be held this week.
Since I don't have any photos today -- here is a wonderful painting by Franz Marc at the WebMuseum.