Why Tempt Fate?

I want to take a moment to “poo-poo” fate. I know it seems like I am in fact tempting fate by doing this but…

Last year, in Seattle, we had a whopper of a winter. Now, we have fantastic skiing here in the state but I’m thrilled to tell you I must drive several hours to actually take advantage of those conditions (ski? Ha! An ex-boyfriend story that is another blog in and of itself). But what passes for a “whopper” here doesn’t really faze people from say, Michigan or even Minnesota. I suppose it’s all relative, we have street grades that easily pass for 15% or more downtown (try getting up those babies when there is even a dusting of snow). But in preparation for another avalanche like we had last year my dear, sweet, very prepared husband purchased a rather large snow blower from the tractor company that makes our lawn mower – this rather large purchase, he assured me, would mean that no snow would fall at our altitude in the winter of 2009/2010. And to top off the reassurances of the no-snow fate prediction our wonderful neighbour who moved from Oklahoma only to experience our hellish winter, actually traded in his beloved Corvette for a high clearance, 4-wheel drive utility vehicle with a pneumatic lift thingie to make certain that this year he would, indeed, make it up his driveway.

I believe yet another of our neighbours wordlessly described it best with the two rather puny snow men in his front yard, one was holding his branch arms in the air and the other was pointing a stick weapon at him ~ we were being held hostage by lots and lots of pretty white stuff. In fact, more white stuff than a kennel full of well watered Huskies could easily sully. I was so amused by this eloquent rendering that it inspired me to take metal clay in hand…

But back to fate. I don’t want to be the one tell my husband that it isn’t our new (and blessedly unused) snow blower or our neighbour's vehicle swapping that had granted us this reprieve from mounds and mounds of wet, white fluff. Now comes the really hard part, how do I break it to him that the reason we have gotten no snow this season is simply because I bought a gorgeous pair of gloves? Thank you Joni, thank you from the entire unknowing population of the snowless Seattle. Those gloves you so lovingly crocheted saved our collective butts!  (www.etsy.com/shop/JoniCrochetCreations?section_id=6199362)