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Sunday, August 05, 2012

Men can be so stubborn

Men can be so stubborn. No, really.

It was a beautiful Saturday. We were headed for the Farmer's Market and I noticed a Garage Sale in a parking lot. "Oh, look at that!" I said. I felt, rather than actually saw, my husband's eyes roll back. I asked him to go around the block.

I headed straight for that HUGE black blob bean bag that had caught my attention from the road. There was a little girl laying across it.
I thought that all three of my grand children could sit on that big blob. I had to get my husband to take a photo and send it to my daughter-in-law so she could approve or disapprove the big blob. We got the OK and thus begins the stubbornness.

I said: "I'll move the car closer" - my Suburban was about 30 feet from the blob.

Husband's reply to my advice: "No, it'll be fine"

Me: It's heavier than it looks"

Husband's reply to my advice: "It's fine"

Me: "I need to lower the 3rd bench seat"

Husband's reply to my advice: "No, it is OK"

I opened the back door and waited as my husband and a helper figured out how heavy that blob really was and started carrying it toward the car. You don't need a big imagination to figure that a large blob might be heavy, unwieldy and difficult to handle.

Me: "Please, be careful".

Husband's reply to my advice: (grunt)

About a foot from the car my husband lost his footing and fell on his side. He wasn't seriously hurt, scraped knee and a hard landing jarred him. But it hurt his pride. My fussing over him met with a brusque retort "I'm fine". But his grumbles scared away his helper.

So now it's just the two of us trying to get this thing in the car. Lots of pushing and grunting. It's too big for the cargo compartment. Hmmm.

We had to pull the blob back out of the car in order to reach the release lever to lower the 3rd row bench seat.

Me: "I think we need to lower the back seat, too"

Husband's reply to my advice: "No, It's fine"

You can figure out the rest. Once it was loaded, we took our prize to our son's house.

Here's a photo of 2 out of 3 of my grand's on the blob.


As we left their house my husband was rubbing his shoulder.

I asked him "Do you think that maybe you should have listened to my advice to about moving the car?"

Husband's reply to my question: (grunt)

Men can be so stubborn.

Post Script: Later that same day, my husband took a couple of aspirin for the pain in his shoulder and my grandson fell asleep on the blob. Perfect garage sale score.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

UFO-a-go-go

I had a great weekend sewing. I spent two nights with some friends at the CraZy 9 Patch Quilt Shop finishing up some UFOs (Unfinished Fabrics Objects)PIGS (Projects In Grocery Sacks) or whatever you call those quilts that you started but have not finished.

Christi finished quilting a picnic quilt done in fruit fabric and quilted with black 12-wt thread. She quilted cursive phrases like "where's the picnic" and "the ants go marching" and little black ants all over the quilt. It was adorable.

Kim was working on some borders but then got side-tracked by other stuff. She has a great method for reducing her backlog. She prioritizes her projects and puts the top 4 or 5 in a big bag. She concentrates on that bag until all the projects are finished. It works for me. I would probably lose the bag.

Carol quilted a super long table runner. Her Bernina was clackety-clacking along.She used a meandering pattern and it turned out great.

Debbie was finishing up the borders on a quilt so she could send it home with me to quilt on my longarm.

Patty had her head down working on a new quilt. Beautiful fabrics. She was flying along until she realized that she had trimmed some pieces 1/4" inch too short.

Brenda was cutting fabric for a new project. Brenda had a major stroke in May and has made a great progress. This was her first time since May that she has been able to use a rotary cutter. She did great.

I was putting on borders. I had 3 quilts with multiple borders. There's 2 borders on the Eleanor Burns 3-quilt pattern; a pink floral border with black cornerstones and a blue floral double Irish Chain. I am thrilled to get these projects done. I asked Lexie, my Lhasa Apso, which one she liked best. She is still trying to decide.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Visit to Palomar Mountain

I received a quilt job from the friend of a current customer. )I love it when a quilt makes my customer so happy that they refer me to their friends.) Jody is my customer's and Shirley is her friend and neighbor. Shirley is 83 yrs old; her quilt is a 94 x112 quilt for her grand-daughter. This was supposed to be my last quilt before my foot surgery tomorrow. Good so far. Then I measured it. The backing was too small by about 11 inches. Not so good.



I called her and had a nice chat with her. I found out that she had more of the backing fabric. She lives about 40 miles from me up in the mountains. It was a beautiful drive up to Palomar Mountain. It is a small community with a population of 3,200. Summer tourists swell that number filling lots of summer cabins.







We found Shirley's senior cabin nestled under a huge Redwood tree where the deck was still covered in snow. She invited us in for a visit. Right away I noticed a chalk drawing on the wall. It was a good likeness of Shirley but I was more interested in what Shirley was wearing in the drawing. It was a WAVES uniform. WAVES was a term used by the U.S. Navy describe Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service from the 40's to the 70's. Shirley served in the Navy starting in 1953, during the Korean War. I recognized the uniform because I wore a uniform just like it from 1968 to 1990. We swapped stories about duty stations, etc.



Shirley was assigned to be an Electronics Technician and was stationed at Coronado Island in San Diego. Shirley and a friend had a week off coming up and they decided to bicycle up to Palomar Mountain to visit the observatory. Clearly she did not have access to the internet or Shirley would have known that this was a 68 miles trip one-way. She laughs about how innocent they were setting out on that adventure. But it was the 50's and people were more trusting then. Shirley and her friend got rides from strangers part of the way. They made it to Palomar Mountain but they were too exhausted to bike the last 5 miles up to the observatory.

They checked in at a small snack bar on the side of the road. Shirley noticed a tall, dark and handsome young man working at the snack bar (now called Mom's Kitchen) and asked about finding a hotel room for the two girls. The young man directed them to his mother who rents out a room at her house. The rest is history. Shirley and the young man, Wayne, fell in love and got married. One of their sons, Mark, works at the observatory. Mark's best friend since grade school is named Lloyd. Lloyd is my customer Jody's husband and he also works at the observatory. It's like we are all connected.






We had a nice visit and decided to drive up to the observatory. My husband was there years ago with our son and a troop of Boy Scouts. It was all new and exciting to me.





The mirror used by the Hale telescope is 200 inches in diameter. We had the place to ourselves, no other tourists. I loved the history about building the South Grade road to get the huge telescope parts up the top of the mountain.













We were standing in the observation area and heard some motor running. It turned out to be the dome of the telescope was being rotated. See the movie below. You can see in the first photo that the doors on the dome are on the right side; then the photo later shows the doors have rotated around and are on the left side.

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