Kiss My Knits!

Burmese pythons on the move to California.

I’m impressed that an article with this much of a tongue-in-cheek tone made it into a major metropolitan newspaper, what with lines like, “There are few free-roaming African lions and tigers between Florida and San Francisco, the geological survey said.” Darned lack of lions! Well, maybe by 2020, when the article says the pythons will hit the Bay area, the tiger population of the southwestern United States will have surged. Keep a happy thought.

But the reason my husband sent it to me, and the reason I’m sharing it, is for the following. I present to you the best line by far of the article:
“Beavers would be a very tasty treat for them,” Rodda said. “No beaver would be safe from a python.”

You may commence snickering.

As we were taking our daughter to school this morning, the weather was cold and the sky was gray. The school is less than a mile from our house, but with weather this cold, we were definitely going to drive.

About halfway there, something amazing happened. It suddenly started to snow! This wasn’t in the forecast.

“Emily! It’s snowing!”
“Snow? It’s not supposed to snow at school!”

It wasn’t enough for a snow day, of course, so onward to school she went, mildly flummoxed by the weather. On the way back home, we didn’t get more than 100 yards from the school before the snow tapered away. In the rear view mirror, though, a steady snow. It’s like a little pocket of happiness, entirely localized on my daughter’s school.

My husband suggested I take a walk up that way. “Now if only you could find some kind of knitted thing to wear to keep you warm…” Wise guy.

I think I’ll take his advice and walk to the school. And then drink some hot cocoa.

ETA: Opened the door for a walk, and the snow is at the house! YAY!