After several days of blissfully dry roads we are back in the throes of winter. Brookfield School (k-12) is closed and the roads are miserable. I am home for the day even though my school in Norwich only has a 2 hour delay. Matt left for Syracuse in my beautiful pristine classic Volvo. I have mixed feelings about him taking my car but it leaves me blissfully stranded on the farm which is absolutely delightful. I am suddenly presented with many possibilities as to how I can fill my day. I can make soap and hand cream or cut out Bundaflicka Knitting Totes to my hearts content, that is, if my gnarled fingers cooperate. The sweet young rheumatologist I saw recently told me “we lose more tools to rust than wear.” There is no going back, only pain management he says. My hands have served me well over the years providing me with hundreds of totes, clothes, curtains, slip covers, and thousands of pounds of soap and hand cream. Then there is the hundreds of lives I’ve brought into the world and the tons of fiber they produced. I should be satisfied but I’ve got a long way to go God willing and Beaver Creek don’t rise.