Whoopee dingbat

Yes, it snowed here again. Oh well, the kids seem to enjoy it.
One of my resolutions for this year was to write more and keep up the blog, otherwise, WHAT'S THE POINT? (I actually didn't write in it last year because all my bad luck started right after I began blogging, and as I am a stupidstitious ole lady, I decided the blog had put the gris gris on me.) But it seems silly to bother writing,"Guess what? It snowed last night!"
I mean, your basic day is your basic day, right? I get up, make the coffee, wake up the kids (which ain't easy, considering how anti-morning they are, and school here starts at 7:40!), drag 'em to school, come back home, drink the coffee, and check all the blogs I like, which that takes a lot of my time right there, think about getting dressed, and then decide if I'd rather knit, spin, or weave while I watch HGTV. YAWN!!!
It's boring even to me, and I'm doing it! I can well imagine how boring it is to read about it! I mean, I love having time for the hobbies and all, but ...I need PEOPLE, people! I used to spend all morning being interrupted by the phone, talking to various and sundry family/friends (oh yes, they will all testify as to my talking abilities!), deciding who to see, and what to do, and where to go to lunch! Which was easy, cause there is lots of stuff close by when you live in Big T. Here, however...I guess I will have to make an effort to get out and find some friends, as they don't appear to be beating down my door. So far, everyone I've met seems really quiet, and kind of subdued personality-wise, compared to the loud and rowdy kind of people I am used to. I mean, the women I know in Texas make the men here seem downright prissy! Well, on my end of town, anyway. The other end is Northern Arizona University, just a lot of twenty-something college kids, and they seem to pride themselves on looking as much like birkenstock-wearing, organic-eating, backpack-carrying hippies as is humanly possible. They hang out in the cafes, and play folky-sounding guitar music in the afternoons. So, most everyone here is from somewhere else, unless they are an Indian. (That's what they call themselves, not "Native Americans".) And they all seem to be from Michigan, which seems kind of strange to me, cause that's even farther away than Texas is. However the climate is probably more familiar to them than it is to me. (SNOW?!? In January?!? What the...?!?)
Yes, I really miss my knitting buds! If you've never had that kind of group to hang with, you won't know what I'm talking about, but those of you who do, know full well that knitting becomes your social outlet as well as a creative one. When you are doing your own thing all by yourself, you really miss being inspired by and learning from what everyone else is doing. For instance, I got an e-mail from a friend to let me know that one of our members (Hi Dot!) is doing the Warm-Up America (squares? rectangles) charity thing, something I had heard of, but I just never got around to doing. Now, the gauntlet's been thrown down, and mark my words, everyone will try to outdo each other to see who can contibute the most/fastest/prettiest/biggest bunch of squares, and you can just bet a yarn shopping expedition and potluck luncheon will be involved. Oh yes, the food is very important for any group gathering when you're in Texas! And there's no jealous guarding of recipes, either. They're yours for the asking. In fact, ladies in Texas are insulted if you DON'T ask for the recipe for Great Aunt Fanny's Frito Pie. I find Northerners to be the opposite, but that may just be because they're not used to anyone asking for their nasty lil ole recipes! (This may not be technically correct, to call Flagstaff "north", but it sure FEELS like north!) Everybody always knows who's known for what dish, and you don't bring someone else's recipe to pot luck. Patterns are also freely and gladly shared among friends, cause nobody would knowingly copy another's bag/hat/sweater, etc., exactly.
But, inspiration IS the sincerest form of flattery! That's what I say.