Resting

Michael walked in the door right at 6am this morning, he and Emmi went to bed, I did my coffee and computer thing then curled up under a wool blanket—none of us moved until around 10am.  I think I might have needed the sleep—I did feel better this afternoon.  And Michael got lots of good sleep today.  He might have slept longer this morning except the RV park decided to mow the grass right outside his windows. 

The little quilt I finished yesterday went to its happy owner this afternoon—she was very pleased.  I started on another baby quilt—I sure do seem to have a lot of friends having babies and grandbabies don’t I? I had a goal in mind for the two weeks Michael is working but with the way I’ve been feeling, it might be a stretch to get four quilts done???  It is only Tuesday evening and I do have one delivered and the baby quilt almost pieced completely, ready for quilting—I just might make it!

Late lunch with Michael was leftover tacos—neither one of us seems to have much appetite—his clock is so far off he can’t remember what he is supposed to eat when!

A little different scene around this same time in 2011.  We were boondocking in the desert near Bouse, AZ. 

Mom and Chuck have gone off to Fredricksberg to see his daughter who is riding in a bicycling event.  They went out to Port Aransas yesterday braving the spring break crowds—no wait to board the ferry going over and a short wait on the way back—maybe all the bikinis haven’t arrived yet??

What Are You Reading

I just finished Wingshooters by Nina Revoyr.  It was a definite couldn’t put it down kind of book.  Growing up in Arkansas I lived in the times in which this book is set—racial unrest, Vietnam war just over, and mixed race marriages were taboo. 

The story is about a little girl of a broken home--American father, Japanese mother parentage who lives with her grandparents in a small close knit northern town.  A nurse and her husband, a teacher, both African American come to the town causing the little girl to question her grandfather’s racially prejudiced beliefs.  The child herself is racially tormented but her grandfather refuses to see this ugly aspect of the town he refused to leave even when offered a chance to play professional baseball.

Were people that cruel, adults tormenting an eight year old child and allowing their own children to torment that child??  Turning a blind eye.  I couldn’t put the book down and it left me in tears.   

One Night Down

Michael survived his first night of working, came home and managed to get some good sleep today.  Me on the other hand, I am never taking another cold medicine of any type—I took a Sudafed D yesterday afternoon late and all night long I was crawling out of my skin!!  At 1am I gave up, got up and surfed the internet for a while.  That is the most miserable feeling to not be able to sleep—I have always been a good sleeper—no more cold medicine!

When Michael got home just after 6am I had all ready showered.  I sat on the couch with my coffee and computer for a while then Emmi and I went to the park to walk and play basketball.  Back home I got to work on a little quilt for one of the ladies here in the park, loaded it on the longarm and finished it a few minutes ago.

It is rather difficult to remain quiet and still when living in just 300 square feet plus the door makes noise if I go in and out.  So, Emmi and I tried to remain outside and in the quilting studio as much as possible.  Michael did get up around lunch time—we had tacos—then he was back to bed for a couple hours. 

Last week I ordered a bolt of muslin from JoAnn’s and it arrived today.  I borrowed Rollie’s golf cart to go get it at the office and remembered wearing my clip on sunglasses.  When I gathered all the boxes and other assorted garbage to take to the dumpsters I went looking for those sunglasses but couldn’t find them.  I knew they had to be here in this motorhome or in the quilt studio—looked high and low.  When the washer finished a few minutes ago, I shook the clothes to take out some of the wrinkles and what did I find in the washer—my sunglasses—they are OK, and very clean!  I think the glasses were on the table, I laid a shirt on the table to spray it with Spray and Wash—must have gathered the glasses up with the shirt.

LoraLee gave me a Kindle a few years ago—it is one of the older ones but it does have Whispernet.  In Montana I can’t use the wifi as the Whispernet feature doesn’t work.  But it sure does work well here in the land of population!  We have an Amazon Prime membership and with that membership I am allowed to “borrow” books for free, one per month—keep it as long as I like—must be returned before you can borrow another.  There are many titles, even some bestsellers which are borrowable.  I’ve never been able to use this feature until now—I borrowed a book plus downloaded a free one today—yippee!

We are sure ready to see those mountains—soon!

Night Owl

Yep, that’s what Michael is this week—a night owl.  He departed for work about 5:30pm tonight and will be back home around 6am.  He volunteered to work a week of nights—he thought it was his turn.  We will be OK—Emmi and I will spend lots of time in the quilt studio while he sleeps.

Rain this morning, wind, rain then sunshine and wind this afternoon—air conditioners running.  We were told the Corpus Christi area was windy but even the locals are saying, “enough all ready!”  It is March!

Have I said before how much I hate daylight savings time????  Just leave the clocks alone and let our bodies adjust as the seasons change.  This cold/allergy is kicking my butt and this time change stuff isn’t helping any!  It’s one of the many things I like about Arizona—that state thumbs its nose at daylight savings time and refuses to participate!! 

The snowbirds are starting to leave our park heading for the north country.  My quilt shop hopping buddy Peggy and her husband Larry are leaving Tuesday for Wisconsin—we will miss them!  We got new neighbors across the street this afternoon. 

No photos today and a short blog.  Hope you all had a good Sunday.

Lazy Saturday

This the thread catcher/pin cushion Mom made for LoraLee and the tool caddy I made—LoraLee liked them both!

I’m not sure where today went—I spent two plus hours of it napping—some kind of bug/allergy has gotten me again.  I think Texas must have more bugs than Montana or maybe more sick people??

Michael installed a new light in the quilting studio, we walked Emmi a couple times and I gave him a haircut—that’s about it for our day. 

There was a craft fair at the clubhouse which Mom and I visited—lots of jewelry makers, lots! 

Rollie is joining us for dinner of pork chops, Pioneer Woman Crash Hot Potatoes and carrots—yep, we are addicted to those potatoes!

More Quilts And A Pinterest Recipe

These quilts belong to my friend Mary P. back in Montana—she received the quilts and loved them as did I!!

 

Spring break starts soon and maybe even this weekend according to the young woman in the convenience store.  We took advantage of the lull taking a drive out to the island and back around through Corpus Christi.  We’ve been warned—stay clear of Padre Island during spring break and we are heeding those warnings!  Our walk on the beach today, no one else around except for a couple fishermen was restful and peaceful.

Michael took the leaking tire off the jeep and hauled it to the repair shop.  I ironed work shirts and applied his Montana flag patches on the sleeves.  Mom worked on the applique portion of our Easter bunny wall hangings. 

One of Michael and Rollie’s projects yesterday—lights on the golf cart—Rollie was driving around in the dark last night testing those lights out!

Look Gina—I finished my little needle punch embroidery snowman I started while we were driving down in the motorhome to Texas. 

Dinner tonight was outstanding!!!  I used this recipe from Pinterest, Cajun Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo and it was so good!  Not low calorie by any stretch of the imagination, but delicious! 

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!