It Was A Girl’s Day

I used to work with a woman who refused to be called a “girl.”  As far as she was concerned if you were an adult you were a woman or a lady.  To me—who cares!!  Today was a yoga girl’s day—sounds better than yoga woman’s day??? 

Michael was off to the West Boulder again finishing up his project for the time being.  I was off to yoga leaving Ms. Emmi holding down the fort.  This is how Lesley and Pilgrim travel to yoga, Lesley gets the motorcycle started and then Pilgrim jumps up.  The afternoon was spent quilting and I finished another one—yippee!!  I almost didn’t finish a quilt and I almost didn’t have a machine—I had my audiobook going in my ears and began to notice these thumps—I took one ear bud out and realized it was thundering.  About that time I heard a loud crack then a sizzle sound and my longarm began stitching all by itself—I rushed to the “off” button and thought, “I’ve fried this expensive sewing machine!”  Our house is wired with a whole house surge protector and the machine is plugged into a very good surge protector.  I held my breath and punched the “on” button—it worked and I finished the quilt—scary!!

Plans were made at yoga for going up to Lesley’s cabin for happy hour this evening.  Mother Nature had other ideas—the thunderstorm we had made things way too muddy so Lesley moved the happy hour to her house.  We had a great time laughing and talking—I am fortunate to have this group of ladies (girls) as friends! 

Life is good.