I had two kinds of wild South Philly today. The first was drama at the bird feeder. There were no birds at all when I went down to make my omelet, despite a full bird feeder and a bitterly cold day. When I went to get a fork and looked out the window to see if there were any sparrows on our fence, I saw why: an enormous red-tailed hawk was sitting on our wisteria fence, not five feet from the house. I know they're big birds, but let me tell you, this guy was as big as or bigger than a Leghorn rooster. It stared at me with, I suspected, some disdain, and after a minute or two it took wing. It took about half an hour for the shaken sparrows to come creeping out of the hawkproof two-ply trellis on top of the fence.
The second wild thing was my wild boy at the elementary school. He saw me when I entered to do the tutoring and said, "oh, no, you again?" I think I was as happy as he was to find out that he had to go to some kind of social work assessment. Instead of the three ring circus I had my two girls and had a wonderful time reading about guide dogs with them.
The first snowflake didn't fall from the sky but sprang partly from my pattern book and partly from my mind. I wasn't happy with the way the pattern felt in my hands so I tweaked it. I was dubious until I blocked it; but now I think that once it has been thoroughly blocked I will like it a lot.
Since LJ has been frisky today I thought I'd post this on DW and let it crosspost when LJ is ready. [I forgot that I'd changed my LJ password, which is probably behind the repeated failures]
