Freezing Friday

April 12, yet freezing rain and ice make the day seem more like one in  March than April.  Sane  people  stay indoors.  Me, I had plans to visit my Dad.  In all, with our B.C. vacation  plus previous commitments, it has been several weeks since I have seen Dad.   I planned on being down to his retirement home in time for lunch. 

After 3 hours of driving during which I encountered closed roads, hydro poles broken in half with downed hydro wires being guarded by police, and roads so buried under ice as to be invisible, I arrived - safely, thank goodness - back home.

This is a day to knit, not to drive.  Perhaps I will work on the second sock of the travelling sock pair.

 

Or maybe I will surf ravelry to find inspiration for the yarn I purchased at  the Beehive Woolshop in Victoria B.C.

Either plan sounds better  saner than driving.