The January thaw came very early this year -- starting on New Year’s Day! Finally, on Monday, there was a return to seasonal weather. Some of the Nordic races at Black Mountain had to be deferred a day or two because of the ravages of rain and above-freezing temperatures to the ski trails. There are some 500 skiers from all over the U.S. and Canada competing in these championship races.
I hope your New Year’s celebration was a good one. We were at the Moses Mason House as part of the Senior Players’ presentation on New Year’s Eve. The Players presented six short plays to a full house. There was also open house in the museum, a songfest with Lynn Arizzi on piano, and marshmallow roasting between the Mason House and the Robinson House.
Afterward we joined others at the Arizzis’ home for a party to welcome in the new year. Mike and I didn’t make it to midnight, but Jan. 1 came nevertheless, so now it’s 2011. Don’t forget that when you’re writing checks.
I stopped in at Mo Libby’s farm store again last week, and Mo sends Happy New Year greetings to all. She wants you all to know that she is doing well and enjoying life.
Yesterday the Bethel Area Amiable Ariachnes (or B-A-A-A) met for their monthly gathering at the Congregational Church. This always includes a potluck luncheon, in addition to lots of spinning and/or knitting. If you like food, fibers, and friendly folks, join us on the first Wednesday of the month.
Our granddaughter, Molly Siegel, is skiing in the races at Black Mountain this week, so we will be there to watch. If we get any snow, it will be tomorrow, when the race week is almost over. Ironic, isn’t it?
On Sunday morning we headed out to the Flat Road and walked the forest road out to the schoolhouse and back. The road was a bit slippery, but I slipped on my cleats and had no trouble. There were lots of deer tracks, but no moose. Also coyote and fox tracks. Sunday night there must have been a convention of deer walking through our back yard, judging by the number of hoof prints there. Sorry, guys, you ate up all the apples last fall.
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