Where I live it's 4:00-ish in the a.m. and still dark as I begin this post. Couldn't get back to sleep after waking up, so I made coffee and came to the computer. Although I liked the new template for my blog, the design had limited sidebar space, and I had pretty well maxed it out. After previewing all the other choices, here I am back at the original one, with only a few minor changes, including larger type to make reading easier. Thank you, my readers, for putting up with the changes as I try this 'n that. With this template back, I feel like I'm
back home.
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Just four more sleeps now before heading down south to Houston. It's difficult for me to travel lightly ... it's a concept I've never mastered. However, I'm working with my packing list, trying to pare it down to bare bones. I spent some time yesterday re-sorting the things I've set aside and going over the list once again, looking for items to X-off. There are just some things, though, that are must-haves for my comfort: a book; my Zune (it's like an iPod); hand stitching project; Sudoku book and pencils; camera; these things don't require much room and will be in my carry-on or purse. Everything else will be stuffed into the large rolling softside which I can wheel around. If I was driving down, the back of my SUV would be stuffed, as the photos of when I went to quilting retreats will testify. Still, I'd much rather fly than take a road trip. I am not a fan of travel by auto for long distances. I just feel so trapped with all those hours sitting in that car, boring, boring, boring. At least flying entertains me. My little grandson Owen, who is soon to be age 7, told me his favorite part of flying is "blasting off" ... I think I prefer landing. Then I know I have safely arrived. Not that I'm afraid to fly, I'm not, never have been. I can't remember ever having concern about it. But I do admit that a sudden drop from the sky would be horrifying. I just don't think about it. Before take-off I always whisper a prayer to the Lord to ask for travel safety, putting my life in His, and the pilots', hands.
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The washer & dryer saga ... The new units were delivered and installed as scheduled. I love them. The Doc is impressed with the choices I selected. Can you tell there's a "but" to this little story? There was some drama with getting them broken-in on the delivery day. It went something like this: The night before they were to come, The Doc sent me to purchase new water hoses. There were plain rubber ones, and then there were sophisticated, strong ones, with filters in the ends, which cost twice as much. I chose them. Bad decision. Here's what happened ... during the first load of laundry, the hot water hose filter clogged up and wouldn't let water into the machine. Of course, that wasn't obvious at first, we learned this through the process of elimination. Long story short, new rubber hoses were exchanged for the others and voila, the problem was solved.
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Yesterday The Doc told me he was taking me out for dinner, a nice dinner, not just out for a sandwich. It was very nice! He took me to my favorite steak house and let me tell you, the food was excellent. Although I've been quite good about sticking to my weight-loss eating plan, it was mostly ignored last night, except I did decline the appetizer of fried onion rings, which I love at this place, and also dessert. My dinner choice was a filet mignon with mushroom sauce, a twice-baked potato (ordered w/o the cheesy sauce on top), sugar snap peas, and a spinach & strawberry salad. The Doc ordered sea bass with vegetables and a salad. Being of a suspicious nature, I asked Doc what was his motivation for this nice date. I asked, "Did you buy a new boat?" to which I got an emphatic "No." He said he hadn't taken me out for a date for a long time and it was overdue. Please, read on...
Speaking of boats, here's the little story ... last week he told me that when I get to Houston I can buy a new longarm. I gave him a strange look like ?????????? (Thinking, where did that come from? I had never said one word about wanting one and, truthfully, it had never crossed my mind.) When I quizzed him, he told me to buy a longarm so then he could buy a new boat. Ah-Hah! Now I get it. Sneaky. Oh boy, he should keep his mouth shut. I was just fine until he brought up the subject. Now I know that when I get to the Houston show I'll walk by all those longarm booths and my mind will start whirling with excitement. Last night, during dinner, he brought up the subject again. I asked him just where would I put such a huge machine, reminding him that I like having my dining room back. Would you believe we sat there and brainstormed all the possibilities. I was wondering if he was serious or just yanking my chain. People, I believe this man is dead serious. He said to me, "I know you will text me from Houston that you found this great deal on a longarm and you will just have to have it." In other words, he was telling me up-front to do whatever I choose, no questions asked. Oh my! Now I'm going to Houston, knowing he expects me to possibly come home owning a new longarm. So, Dear Reader, you're just going to have to wait and see how this little story ends, as I know not the ending myself. And, uh, I don't think he's serious about the boat thing, he said that to tease me.
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As of now, I've made connections with people with whom I will be meeting up at the quilt show. A few of them involve dining together and/or shopping and hanging out. I'm so excited. Today I'm phoning someone who lives there to see if we can make plans to meet up. With all this and the above-described excitement, I expect I won't be able to sleep Wednesday night. The remaining few days before I leave will be busy: Bible study Monday, lots of ironing to get done, errands, packing, and all the last-minute details that will need attending to. Today I hope to finish sewing the bindings on two small quilts that I made for gifts so I can get them delivered to the recipients. And now, I need more coffee so I will end here and wish you a beautiful day.