Baby Quilt and I Must Be Losing It

Our Montana friends Geoff and Nancy celebrated the arrival of their first grandbaby, Della Lucille, right before we left Montana.  This is the baby quilt I sent to Della and her parents, Tony and Beth.  Mom and Gina participated in the making of the quilt—Mom cut out all the shapes—the elephant, monkeys and llamas.  Mom also did the machine applique on the elephant.  Gina hand sewed the binding to the quilt and I did the rest—a group effort!  I love the little pattern and it was free on the internet!! 

Mom, Peggy and I had a road trip planned today—we were going to Victoria to the quilt shop.  The quilting artist, Judi Barrow was having a truck show and demonstration of her square in a square ruler.  We were scheduled to leave around 9am putting us in Victoria by about 10:30.  THEN—I opened the reminder email sent by the quilt shop and noticed the trunk show, etc. did not start until 12pm.  OK, ladies we are not leaving until 10am.  THEN—I am piddling around with the computer, open the email again and for some strange reason the address of the quilt shop catches my eye—not the city but the street—EVERHART!!  Everhart St. is NOT in Victoria, it is in Corpus Christi!!!

The trunk show and demo were in Corpus, not Victoria—we almost made a 160+ mile round trip for nothing!!! So, off to Corpus Christi we go.  I am sure Peggy and Mom were a little concerned!  We then make another mistake—we chose to eat at Macaroni Grill!  One hour after we walked in we still have no food and when it does finally arrive with an assortment of excuses, it is cold—the manager did not charge us for our entire meal and I am sure the restaurant lost money today—we were not the only disgruntled customers. 

On to the show—I either did not comprehend the email correctly or the email didn’t really specify—this was a sit down lecture—a two hour sit down lecture and we were 45 minutes late.  Most trunk shows I’ve been to are loose affairs—you wonder into a quilt shop, the artist demonstrates her tool, you look at her quilts, eat some goodies then leave.  Not this one—a two hour sit down lecture.  What part we managed to hear was outstanding—Judi Barrows can speak and she has written a book, Threads of Change which can be pre-ordered on Amazon.com.  She speaks without notes and is extremely articulate!  We totally enjoyed listening to her.

A little shopping done we were back home by mid-afternoon.  Rollie joined us for a dinner of grilled filets, baked potatoes and asparagus. 

I was really concerned today—I must be loosing it!!  But, I did get one thing accomplished and I send out a sincere thank you to all my Facebook friends!  Not only is a major corporation, Federal Express, trying to rook us out of money but so is a small, nothing RV park in Rockport, TX. 

We were going to stay in Southern Star RV Park while working down here until Rollie discovered how far from work the park was located.  The park has no website, no posted cancelation rules, nothing but a Facebook page.  I canceled the reservation more than six weeks prior to our arrival and was told by the manager, “check is in the mail.”  Was told the same thing on several more occasions through the four months it has been since canceling.  Last Friday I paid the guy who owns the park a visit.  What a sleaze!!  One of those kind of guys who invades your space—I wanted to shove my hand in his face and say, “back off buddy!”  He first started out by telling me “we don’t refund” to “write me a letter detailing why you canceled and I will refund your money.”

I decided to turn up the heat and posted a couple mild comments on his Facebook page, “is the check in the mail Russ??”  “I am sure you have received my letter Russ, is the check in the mail??”  Well, he blocked me from commenting—imagine that.  So today I enlisted the help of my Facebook friends as did our friend Jim and Ellie (the owner of the park has also kept their deposit).  The Southern Star RV Park FB page has had just a little activity today and Russ is busy blocking and removing comments.  You would think the guy would get a clue—give us our $100 back and we will go away.  Tomorrow I am calling the Rockport Chamber of Commerce of which he is a member. 

Some days I have little to write about, today I had too much—so sorry!