Holy Smokes

We are rocking and rolling and not to music I might add.  The wind has blown so hard it has been absolutely scary!  The quilting studio was really rocking, so much so if I didn’t hold onto the handles of the longarm when I stopped, the machine would take an involuntary stitch of two!  I knew the wind was coming and had rolled in our window awnings—I’m thankful we don’t have slides or slide awnings in this kind of gale!  How much does a motorhome weigh—this think is rocking so much I am getting sea sick—really!!

I finished one of the tool caddies with the exception of the hand stitching and almost finished the quilting on another quilt for Mary P.  As we say in the south, “if the Lord willing and the creek don’t rise,” I am going to make my goal of finishing three quilts in the two weeks Michael is working.  The next one for Mary is a very small wallhanging. 

This afternoon I drove over to Corpus to return the boots Michael ordered—some old story—no customer service/quality control.  One boot fits perfectly, the other boot is so big he can kick it off his foot!!!  A manager met me at the door of the store, they had no power and were unable to use their cash registers to process anything.  GRRRRR  That was a wasted drive but it couldn’t be helped.  The wind threw the car all over the road on the way over and back—WHEW!

We are dining with Gina and Rollie tonight—my contribution is cornbread. 

Here, later in the evening, the motorhome is still rocking and rolling—by 10pm the winds are to have died down some, let’s hope so!