snolympics

it's snowing in charlottesville, a big deal always. four to eight inches is expected, which around here is enough to be considered a major winter storm. if it were a school day it would surely be cancelled. but lucky for us it is a saturday which means tashi can flop around outside for hours while we finally ignite a blaze in the fireplace.

i had thought it would be a good morning for visiting the salvation army. but i bet it doesn't open due to the "storm".

oh and the olympics. the last time the winter olympics came around i watched more hours of tv than i had cumulatively since i was a teenager. usually our tv is tucked into my study in front of the futon where, on saturday nights, dan and i sometimes watch a dvd we've rented. that's about the extent of it (well,ok, i'll admit, i often watch david letterman for some comic relief at the end of the day). but now the olympics have begun which might mean the tv will get rolled into the living room. part of me really wants to get the tv out of my room anyway. but i've been pretty resistant to having the evil eye in our central living space. tashi has had a mostly tv-free life and we all feel pretty good about that. but alas, it's the olympics, and i've a feeling the box will be lit up for a good part of the next two weeks.

maybe it's time for me take up knitting so that i can do something with my hands while i'm watching people fall on their ass. i grew up with a mother who was constantly knitting and constantly telling me to shush up because she was counting stitches. i've gotten some great sweaters, hats and scarves out of the deal over the years, and so has tashi. but i also developed an aversion to the craft. perhaps now is the time to put that hurt inner child to sleep and get on with it. pick up some needles and yarn and make a scarf. tashi can teach me. she learned how to knit at school. it was a really difficult day when at age five she said, "mommy, can you help me cast on," and i had no idea how to.

speaking of my sweet little tashi, she just said to me, after thoughtfully gazing out the window for a long while, "it looks like pretty feathery snow out there today." followed by a little curious voice that asked, "olympics on?"