Not here but in Arkansas and this time it isn’t mine and Michael’s fault. It’s a joke in my family, every time we go home together such as we did at Christmas, Arkansas experiences an ice storm. We left Arkansas on Christmas Day just ahead of the ice storm which knocked out there power for two or three days. Well, we are in Texas with the air conditioner running—this afternoon my sister called Mom and said it was 34 degrees and pouring rain/sleet. Ann said there were lots of power trucks in evidence too, just waiting!
Arkansas can get some mighty nasty ice storms—my family has lost power for days and days at a time. One year at Christmas the Little Rock airport closed leaving Michael and I without a flight home for an extra two or three days. And to top it off my dog, Reba, an Airedale had died while we were away and I just wanted to get home.
Today I was a quilting maniac—I almost finished the quilt I loaded yesterday—yippee!! Mom finished another of these little hanging trash bag/pin cushion doodads. That makes three—one for me, one for Mom and one for Gina. Peggy provided us with the pattern—thanks Peggy!
And that’s about it for our day here in gloomy Texas. Gina and I did take a walk around the park with the pooches this morning and I’ve played countless games of ball with Emmi.