Olympic Crochet in Still Listening to Spirit

I am rolling along nicely watching the Olympics and crocheting. They go perfectly together, especially since I make money crocheting and my sleep schedule is upside down as usual. The 10:30pm Olympics broadcast is perfect as hub is mostly uninterested in watching the games. I crochet and watch, keeping careful track of the time because one of my new fascinations is with Curling.

USA network begins curling coverage (a repeat actually as is all that I see after 10:30p) at 1am. It usually finishes around 3am or 3:30am.

I am also fascinated by the biathalon (hmm, spellcheck says this isn't spelled right) both the men and women's competition. It appears to be a grueling 12 to 15 mile cross country skiing route with stops to shoot at a target with 5 circles in line. A miss means the competitor must, in one type competition ski around a penalty track next to the targets before he/she can rejoin the others in the race.

The accuracy of the shooting is incredible. It appears to me that the women are much more accurate than the men. Billi says it is because women are more patient.

The other day both curling and biathilon (still wrong spelling?) were on at the same time and I watched one for a while then the other. Sigh...

I am well occupied, well fed, warm and dry. Snow began falling last evening and as it got later, the flakes became more numerous and bigger. Copy was fascinated by those things falling out of the sky, muttering and mewing as though she were watching birds on the deck.

Putting on the porch light increased her agitation causing her to sit for long periods of time like a prairie dog sitting up on its back legs. I finally opened the door for her. (she doesn't like going outside, doesn't go out at all and is an indoor cat). She streaked out and stopped just short of the area where the eave protected the deck from snow.

She watched and watched, I finally put her into a drift. She delicately picked her way to a milk crate overturned under the side shelf of the barbecue, got up on it and continued to watch the snow fall. I had to finally traipse out into the snow pile to pick her up and bring her back in. I left the porch light on most of the night and she continued to mutter, jump between the window and the door, muttering and fascinated.

This morning we woke up to about 18 inches of snow. As Hub began to shovel his way across the deck and down the stairs, Copy began howling to get out again. I let her out and she boldly walked down the path that Hub had created between the snow drifts. She looked waaaay up at the snow-walls surrounding her, decided there was nothing fascinating about that and came back inside.

I watched a very fascinating program on PBS last night, "Rotaries Across the Mountains" I think was the name. It told about a monumental snow fall in the mountains

that include Donner Pass in March of 2011. It is told mostly by the crew that took the rotary up the mountain to clear the tracks. A lot of detail about the rotary, its power source and operation. I want to watch it again as I am certain I missed something and if not, just for the pleasure of living the story again.

I thought of my railfan OD friends whle watching, wishing w were all watching together. What fun that would be...

Blessed be! Okay, I am watching the overtime battle between the USSR and USA hockey teams.