Granny Fricket's Thicket

Hello, my name is Templeton (like the rat in Charlotte’s Web, only cuter) and I am a snake (although, quite frankly, I find snek to suit me better). More precisely, I am a temperature snek. I am a temperature snek that is growing up in a suburb of Cleveland Ohio in 2024. My humom is helping me grown. She is Granny Fricket and (since sneks don’t have fingers) she is also who is helping me write my adventures.

I have a friend named Tempest. She lives in Florida and her humom also practices fiber magick. Tempest is going to be a whole lot bigger than I am going to be. Near as we can figure, she will be about 45 feet long because her humom is helping make her stripes wider.

What, you may ask, is a temperature snek? Well, Granny figured out that she doesn’t have the mental stamina to stick with a temperature blanket like ‘normal’ (dryer setting… dryer setting… dryer setting… eeesh) people do. Those are rows or squares or whatever that are for the high or low or mood or what have you for every day. Granny wanted something a bit more unusual and compelling for her brain so she decided… snek. Me. My stripes are one stripe for low temperature for the day… one stripe for high temperature for the day… and a wider black stripe for between the months. She’s thinking of doing something interesting for key days (like her birthday maybe) but so far she’s just been kind of boringly making my stripes.

This is how I looked at the end of January. Granny through I would have a whole lot more orange stripes because those are for like the teens but Ohio has been warmer than anticipated this year and I’m kind of just boring colors.

She did take me out for a photo shoot early in February because the sun shine was so pretty outside. I like warming my stripes in the sunshine on the picnic table. Stupid dogs keep muddying it up with their foot prints. People kind of poked at Granny when she posted this picture on line because they said I am a weird shape. I think as I grow my shape will maybe get less weird. I hope so. I think she was considering just giving up for a bit when that happened. I mean, I get it. I know what I look like at this age but it’s not my fault that January only has 31 days and that means I’m not 15 feet long yet. I honestly think they are just jealous that their own personal Templetons aren’t going to be ever 15 feet long. She knows the joking was all in good fun but she was thinking about not letting me be seen in public for a while so she didn’t get in trouble on the book of faces.

February kind of got away from Granny. Some just busy. Some kind of hurry up travel to make sure her little one was safe. Regardless, I sat in the corner for the LONGEST time waiting for my stripes.

She has spent this week trying to get me caught up to current and I think she did a pretty good job. Don’t tell her, but I think maybe she might have messed up and missed a day when she was catching up… but that kind of just means that her soul has an escape route out of my knot magick so she will be okay when I’m done. This is how I look this morning (3/8) only three days behind caught up. And I have some purple to show for the days in the 70s!!!

Tempest’s humom is going to take her traveling with her this year. I think she will be way more popular than I would ever be because she’s already really really really big. She’s going to try to get people to take pictures with her at their outings. Granny thinks this is kind of an awesome idea and she’s thinking of taking me out and about with her on her adventures too. I won’t be quite as big of a side show draw but I will be fodder for conversation. I’m kind of hoping she takes me to the Hexennacht with her to dance the witches dance (the hexentanz) with her cronies. By then, I might be big enough to drape around her shoulders! Oh a snek can hope.

Well… time to go curl up and take a nap.

Have a magical day
Templeton
3/8/2024