Sunday, February 6, 2011

Do You Think I'm DEAF or Something?

Saturday was the monthly get together of my stitching friends, and this month we met at Imelda's home. Her formal dining room is at the front of the house, and that's where we spent most of our time, gabbing and stitching.

You know I'm not a morning person, right? That's the hardest part about our monthly get togethers--they usually start in the morning. And it sure is HARD getting up, getting everything together, and getting somewhere by 10 a.m. or so, especially if I've been up late the night before getting everything ready.

For the most part, we all contribute food of some kind. Today Imelda provided morning muffins, the main dish of spaghetti, and a chocolate cake for dessert. The rest of us brought salad, rolls, and appetizers. (Although looking back on the day, I think we forgot to eat one of the appetizers, but maybe I'm wrong. All I know is that I sure didn't leave hungry--which was a very good thing as it turned out because I didn't get any dinner tonight--but more about that in a little while.)

There are usually a few gifts too. We argue about that a little--whether to just bring a hostess gift or what--but I'm not much of a rule follower when I don't want to be, which means I usually bring a little something or other for each of my friends. This time, since Valentine's Day is just around the corner, I brought everyone a mug, a quilted coaster, some white chocolate/sprinkle coated pretzel rods, and some chocolate candy.


The hostess made each of us a Valentine themed pillow case and gave us a deck of playing cards and chocolates. Another friend brought each of us a small pot of tulips. We sure were spoiled, weren't we? And the hostess got even MORE goodies!

What I started to say a couple paragraphs back before I got sidetracked is that true to form, not liking mornings much and being late just about everywhere, I was, of course, late--I arrived around 10:30-ish instead of 10 a.m. Much to my surprise, my fellow stitchers were even later than I was! Imagine ME first to anything!!

Once everyone arrived, we had so much to talk about, it was afternoon before I got all my things set up and started cutting out the next Schnibbles quilt, Sweet Spot. Here's a look at our work place from the stairway--the empty chair was mine and you can just about see charm squares there on the cutting mat. And that's my Starbuck's iced latte--but some of you probably knew that, right?


When the "party" started to break up as evening approached, four of us decided to take a quick trip to the local Goodwill store where we each found a little treasure or two. In fact, as we "speak," Hubby's working on taking apart two wool blazers that I'll have felted and ready to use in a couple days.

Speaking of Hubby, when I left the house this morning, I told him I'd be home around dinner time. So when I pulled onto our street around 6:30, and saw his car wasn't in the driveway, I started to get a little worried and wondered where he was. I was sure that since he hadn't called me at Imelda's house, he would have left me a note or would be home soon.

No note. And he wasn't home within 20 minutes or so. Because Hubby has an alarming tendency to injure himself and because we have two kids who do silly things like break down on the road, I started to wonder whether he'd been injured and gone to the ER or had to help one of the kids with something. I tried calling his cell phone, but after it rang a few times, it went to his voicemail. So after being home for an hour or so, there was still no Hubby, no note, no message, and no cell phone. I was getting worried.

As the first hour was long past and it was much closer to two hours, I really got worried. I had planned an evening of quilting, but I didn't want to leave the living room where I'd been watching and waiting for him. I knew that if I went into the Sweat Shop to sew, I might not even hear the phone if he called. So I continued to sit on the couch, trying to read a book and wondering what else I might do to track him down. I just couldn't imagine where he'd gone. I even checked the patio and garage for blood or other signs of a mishap--nothing.

Finally, around 8:45 p.m., I heard someone outside--Hubby was home. Pulling open the front door, I greeted him with, "Where have you been?!" He was rather puzzled, I think, at my urgency since he had just been to visit his brother and his sister for a few hours and hadn't expected me home until eight or nine p.m.

For a little while, neither of us could figure out where our wires had crossed until I realized that when I said, "I'll be home around dinner time," he thought I said, "I'll be home around eight or nine." I swear this getting old and going deaf thing is going to be the death of him yet. I know my stitching BFFs would help me dig a big hole in the backyard if I asked. At least THEN I'd know where he was!

16 comments:

LibbiesHome said...

So glad for the happy ending to that story! Your group of stitchers sounds likes a treasure. Thanks so much for sharing. :)

Dirt Road Quilter said...

So glad all is well, but I'm LOLing. Not at you, but with you because that happens around here too!

Mamacessories said...

Oh Kim - that is a regular occurence here! So glad it was a funny outcome...and that I am not the only one who does things like that!
Maria

Anonymous said...

Kim I am glad things turned out okay with your husband and that you had a good day. I was wondering about the wool blazers. I bought some at a local thrift store and they have interfacing ironed on. It is so hard to get off. Do you have any tips? dorthac@aol.com if you do. Thanks Dortha

Quilt Hollow said...

I can tell you...happens all the time here! My husband is nearly deaf as well and drives me insane! Sometimes he thinks I've said something that makes him mad and I ask why are you mad...he repeats what he thought I said. Drives me CRAZY!
Lovely gift exchange and day from the looks of things...

Kelly Ann said...

It's the male gene...selective hearing....

Mary Grace McNamara said...

I'm so glad to know I'm not alone!

MGM

kimland said...

Cute story and relieved to "hear" that the "almost incident" was his fault! Honestly, glad it was nothing more. I envy you for having such a great group of stitch friends.

Brandie said...

Is that why my Husband can't or won't answer me? He's getting old and going deaf! I thought it was select attention.
I think it's just MEN! They never leave notes, or listen, or obey, they are just MEN.

Staci said...

My husband and I have had the same kind of thing happening. Funny now, but I understand the worry you went through. Glad everyone was OKAY!

Heartsdesire said...

Glad you had a happy ending. But I understand. This deaf thing is really getting annoying. "How about a hearing test," I say to DH? "Are you kidding. I can hear perfectly fine." "Right," I say. And leave it at that.

PunkiePie (Jen) said...

Oh boy. I hope you weren't too steamed. It happens but I would have been furious because my husband made me worry. I'm glad all was well.

Val said...

Very funny when you look back. My husband and I have tried to confirm and reconfirm to make sure each of us understands. It always amazes me how far from understanding we were to start with.

Kigwit said...

Hilarious story-or at least the ending! I convinced my DH to get his hearing checked. And it was FINE!

Men, eh?

Nancy said...

SO Funny!! Saturday we were at our granddaughters birthday party. It was very loud with lots of talking and my husband has a lot of trouble with ringing in his ears so we repeat a LOT...
After about the forth time of yelling in his ears our daughters told him he might be able to hear better if he trimmed the hair off his ears... I was ROTFLMAO...

Julie said...

My husband wasn't home either when I arrived. He was also out visiting with friends. This morning I read your post to him and pointed out that I would indeed be helping with the hole in your backyard, and that I was sure you would be happy to help me dig my own hole........