Showing posts with label London process. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London process. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2015

It is My Mother's Fault

The lighting is poor...but the attitude is improving!
Tonight's choices were:
To play music to cry to.. on Pandora...or...
To get self discipline..and work on this quilt..when, really I do not have in me.. the thinking that it takes.
I am pleased to report that I now have another border attached.

When my father died 19 years ago, my sister and I accompanied my mother to the funeral home.
After signing all the papers, Dear Ma insisted that we all go to the ice cream store for root beer floats. 
 I will never forget the laughs we had then.
Such a role model I had!!
Thus..I had a root beer float for dinner last night.
And,  I had a root beer float for breakfast this morning.
It is all my mother's fault.

Notes from the Widow to Widow book I got in the mail from Bonnie:
"The average age of widowhood in America is in the mid-fifties"!!
"Three fourths of people over 70 are women."
So..all this is interesting, but what does this have to do with me???
We all know that sad answer!
Funny how this screen saver UFO thing is working.
I had planned to put on the design wall my new scrambled 9 patch,
but after looking at the one on my screen saver...I want to do this one.
In fact would it be naughty to just take down the London one now........

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Start...Stuck...Done...Repeat

Here is my latest UFO found buried deep deep deep...London Olympic quilt...2012
Ha ha ha...I do believe that some of our ancestors did this too.  
And, we go around trying for that perfect dating system!!
Now that the granny  block quilt is basted, I vowed to put the next WIP up on the design wall pronto.
Motivation!
Muggs' sailboats...one late and one early...gotta love them all.
 
My heart started thumping again...a bit...for Cotton and Steel.
I decided to work on the backing..These colors are grand.
 Just read this...
My darling says he is not in pain and not frightened.  He is just sad
He says that he is worried about me and the children and can do nothing about it....
 I am sad and worried about him, and can do nothing about it...
We accept the disease and the sadness and take care of ourselves.
I know that this is not brilliantly new news...but it does take awhile to get around the bend.
He took some morphine last night for his breathing and swallowing.
I ask how breathing and swallowing is for him...he answers...bad, bad, bad...

Moving on to ...presents...made..
Thanks to Annette at the local ALS clinic...flower  pens for teachers' presents. Annette has them all planted in a flower pot on the counter at the clinic..cheering us on..
 All from the dollar store...plastic flowers, pens, florist tape and a bit of electrical tape for the end.
The kids were thrilled to give their presents to their teachers today.
 A Lego birthday present...IKEA tray with Lego board and Gorilla glue...
wonderful to carry that special Lego project around.
 Breakfast with my girl today (2pm) and tomorrow a workshop on Youth Violence
Gotta get those CEU's...although I really do not know how I will stay awake...really...
Our update.
xxoo

Sunday, May 19, 2013