Yes, I Certainly Did

I'm scaring myself near abouts to death, folks. Cleaned the basement this weekend. Sure did. It's clean as a whistle with double the usable space. Amazing.

First the garage and now the basement. What's next? The house? Maybe. Maybe not.

The downside is that, once again, I missed the Wooly Worm Festival over in Banner Elk on Saturday and Sunday. The highlight of the festival, of course, is the Great Wooly Worm Race in which caterpillars of the tiger moth (Isia isabella) race at broken neck speed up 42-inch strings while thousands of otherwise perfectly normal adults cheer then on with the zeal normally reserved for the Alabama-Auburn football game. The winning worm earns its owner a $1000 prize and gets checked for performance enhancing drugs by a veterinarian. (Well, that's what the newspaper sez and you know you cannot believe everything you read in the papers.)


The winning worm, of course, gets to predict the winter weather. The critter has 13 bands of black and brown wool, with the one nearest the head representing the first week of winter and the one nearest the tail, the last week. So, to know the weather for any week of winter, it's just a matter of how light (mild) or dark (severe) the band is for any given week. Honest. There's no word just yet on this year's winner and it's forecast, but I'm sure it will be front page news in this week's Mountain Times.

And, for humans, there's the Wooly Worm Woad Wace for which the winner receives 13 "attaboys" for covering the 10K in the shortest time.

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