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Just in nick of time (it’s spring after all), the temperature outside has risen to start melting the snow on the north side of the house.  Translated, this means that the snow on the front porch has melted enough to get to the Christmas balls that I had hung on the Alberta Spruce.  If it hadn’t happened yesterday, I’d be faced with digging it out just so I wouldn’t have to tell myself that the red and gold balls were sort of shaped and colored like Easter eggs..  and that the wreath hanging on the door should remain because it was well, still fresh looking and some color is better than no color at all. 

The FBS is now waiting for me to find my crochet hook.  I remember thinking that it was the kind of tool that should be removed from my knitting bag before going through airport security.  I left the F-J’s but the 000 looked somehow more threatening to me.   Guess it got pissed off being left behind as it is in hiding now.  The shawl would have been finished if I hadn’t spent sooo much time searching for the hook.  This morning I’ll do what I already know will most certainly return the hook to my desk or knitting chair or other convenient spot;  I’ll run to the store (that being the exact same store that I ran to yesterday to get the beads for the bottom edge of the FBS) and buy another replacement hook (I have purchased at least 3 of these mini hooks during the past year, all of which are presently in hiding) before driving in the opposite direction to the last Saturday of the month Spin In at Sue’s.  Given the option of canceling due to the holidays, everyone felt that the holidays were precisely the reason that we should have the Spin in.  Yessss!