February's Making a Lousy 1st Impression

So, if you really desperately wish to know which distinguished dead people were born on this here day in history, you are (a) a kindred, albeit dorky spirit and (b) invited to go to this link. If you do, you'll see that the bright soul known to us as Langston Hughes came into the world in Joplin, Missouri [home these days of my writer friend, Veda Boyd Jones, who tells me that she's got 18" of snow out in her front yard), in 1 Feb, 1902 (first year of TR's administration, when Mrs. Steinbeck of Salinas, California was really pregnant w/her son John) the year in which Beatrix Potter published Peter Rabbit and Arthur Conan Doyle's readers were introduced to The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Ah well. Enough of this cabin-fevered hoohah. A glitter-bitter cold white blanket, at least a foot thick is draped over available surface thanks to a perfectly dreadful winter storm going on across the land so there are probably about 700 weather people outside [needlessly] shivering into the TV cameras, telling folks all about it. Me, I spent the day cutting pieces of navy blue cotton which I'll be sewing together, in hopes that the assemblage will look like a a bodice for the 1860s costume I'm making... stay tuned.