I sent my husband off tonight to pick up dinner so I could quilt. Did I quilt? No. Not then, anyway. My turkey cran sandwich came with tomato (I'm not a big fan of tomatoes on sandwiches) and was missing the onions, and my Starbucks iced latte straw had a crack in it that made it difficult to suck up any of that liquid energy goodness. Maybe THAT's why I didn't quilt.
While my husband was gone, my brother-in-law called. He was selling Girl Scout cookies and seemed fairly excited about having just gotten the list of this year's flavors--I guess he wanted us to be the first to know. When I told him we were on a diet, he said the Girl Scouts are now selling 100 calorie packs. My husband told me he's NOT buying Girl Scout cookies from his brother. He just might buy some from our niece, but she'll have to ask. I think I read in their Christmas letter this year that my niece was the high cookie seller for her troop. Gee, I wonder how that happened?
Since I was feeling awfully chilled after dinner for some reason, I decided I'd go take a nice, long, hot bath. Oh, Lord, Saturday's day of beauty regimen should probably involving shaving. But not tonight. And does it have to be Saturday? Can't it wait? After all, Valentine's Day isn't for another month.
I was hoping to distract you this week from the lack of quilty content in my blog by telling some stories. Did it work? Finally, though, I have a little something to show you:
This is the first block of my block of the year quilt. It was actually supposed to be a block of the month quilt. The class started a year (or maybe two years) ago, but since the classes were on Saturday mornings at 10 a.m., I cut class a whole bunch. I think I went twice. But I've finished the first block now. I might have this quilt done around 2018, give or take a couple years.
Do you remember biorhythms? Sometime back in the 80s, my husband and I belonged to a bowling league with Terry and Lisa--yes, THAT Lisa. I'm not sure why--Lisa's not much of a bowler and neither, really, is my husband. But Terry used to bowl and I used to bowl (but not together), and somehow our spouses decided to give it a try. Hey, what could be more fun than spending Friday nights after work at the bowling alley? The highlight each week, at least for me and Lisa, was feeding quarters into the biorhythm machine on our way out of the bowling alley after having a few beers in the bar. Ah, the good old days! The biorhythm machine would spit out a piece of paper telling us which days of the month would be best for stuff like health, luck, money, and romance. And all this information was graphed out, looking like waves traveling across the paper, going up and down. Sometimes one category--like health--would be up while something else--like romance--would be down. I haven't seen a biorhythm machine in years, but something tells me mine are probably pretty much flat tonight. Yeah, I guess I really ought to shave at least. It's not like I can do a whole lot to improve my health, luck, or money levels in the next day or two, but shaving might help that romance part.