Plan B

OK.  I'll admit that I wasn't exactly paying attention.  I suppose I can also sometimes be a little self-centered.  In my defense, on the weekends I really don't have to attend to the needs of others so it makes a sad sort of sense that I might not be worried about such things as impending weather and whatnot.  It's not like I have to transport anyone to hockey practice or a play date.  I pretty much do whatever I want to do and assume that the atmosphere is going to cooperate.

Work days are different and I pay more attention to what may or may not be falling from the sky.  That affects me.  I find it within my schedule to check the forecast.  I'm not completely irresponsible.

Even knowing me as well as I do at this point, I am still rather astonished to have missed the storm warnings for today.  Had it just been a little storm, then I guess I could have said, "Well, gosh would you lookit that, you silly Sheepie!" and gone on with it.  But I spent much of yesterday watching DVDs on the computer, the TV was off and I didn't see all the parking ban notices until later in the evening when I switched on the set.  When I checked the situation on-line, I was rather shocked to see that we were looking at eight to ten inches of snow for our Sunday enjoyment.  I supposed that it might be a good idea to start thinking along the lines of a day inside rather than out.

Meh.  It's not like I had to go anywhere anyway...

Plan B went into action bright and early.  The snows hadn't even started falling before I was well and hunkered down for the day.  I was able to do this because I decided to try a new strategy for getting my parking space plowed out today.  During the last storm I followed the Board's directions to the letter, went out when the plows came to move my car and was able to get a nice view of them driving away without taking care of the snow.  The dude who broke the rules and moved his car onto the roadways early was rewarded with a nice, clean parking space.  Today, I followed suit.

They plowed out my space.  Another example of how working with the second letter of the alphabet can be the better choice.

Since it was going to be all snowy and cold, it made sense to be working with a nice, insulating fiber like alpaca.  Hence, I dutifully spindled up the rest of the brown roving that my SIL gave me for Christmas.  I even wound it neatly onto a bobbin so I could start on the white version of the stuff that came with the brown:

Very tidy.

Ever hopeful and honestly believing that I could spin up most of the white today while I rode out the storm, I began spindling in earnest.  The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty did everything in his power to thwart me in this process, but I was determined.  No amount of spindle-batting from a large, orange saboteur was going to halt me in my journey towards finished yarn!

In the end, it was the fiber itself that did me in.  The staple was a bit shorter than I thought and my skill with a spindle does not quite extend itself to this sort of thing.  I was momentarily flummoxed.  But then I remembered:  Plan B!

A visit to the back bedroom where the fiber lives brought back memories of Packages Past.  There, hanging from a clip was a bag of alpaca blend that Cathy sent me a while back.  The color wasn't exactly what I would normally ply with a brown single.  But if I have learned nothing over the years, at least I can claim to have come to terms with my inability to predict what colors will do together.  It's best to just go with what I think will never work.  That always works.

Plan B, you never fail me!!!

The snows are piling up outside, but my parking space is available to me.  (Sort of...the kid next door still stubbornly refuses to move his car and that means that part of my space remains unattended.  But it is still an improvement.)  At some point, I'll actually find the will to go out there and find my car under all that snow so I can use that nice, clean asphalt.  

There was a bit of a glitch in the yarn-making process, but all was well in the end.  And even the AGK has accepted that he is incapable of stopping me from spindling to the finish line.  

The storm may have been a bit unexpected, at least by me, but I was able to work around it.  I didn't even flinch when the power flickered just a bit early in the afternoon.  I had no pressing engagements out there in the world and ample resources to keep me entertained no matter what.

Plan B.  You gotta love it.

Others around here are not so enamoured with planning for the B's that come around, though.  Some prefer to go with Plan A, the plan that has never lets them down.  They cling to the routine.  They like it when they can count on certain things being done a certain way.  I can relate to that.  I get it.  So I made sure to put out the Very Snuggy-Wuggy Blankie and to take a short nap in the afternoon just to accommodate those who need to spend storms according to their own personal plan of action.

  

Nothing wrong with that either.

And you gotta admit, a kitty who is diligently implementing Plan A is going to be too zonked out to interfere with the spindle.  I suppose there is something to be said for going with the original plan...

SA