Last Saturday, even though Ken was sick as all get out, we cleaned out both cars and packed all the Christmas gifts for kids and grandkids in them and drove them to Mansfield. We feel much better that the kids got their stuff. Afterward we stopped at Olive Garden in Burleson for dinner. Ken felt so bad he couldn't eat and I was fading fast. We came home and went to bed! Since then we've both been trying to get better.
Let's see, I made a rag quilt for our cleaning lady who is due any minute with her third child - another girl. I started it over the weekend and got it finished on Tuesday because the cleaning team was due on Wednesday. I think it turned out fairly cute. I selected six different pink flannel prints and cut out blocks 8.5" square. She wanted it nice and soft so I didn't use any batting between the front and back squares, simply turned them wrong sides together, quilted the "X" across each block, then sewed them together with raw edge. this one is 7 blocks by 7 blocks, making it about 49 x 49 once the seams were done. The baby's name will be Lesly Aylin but I did not put a label on this quilt for her...because I am going to make another one for her that is most likely going to be either 9 patch or disappearing 9 patch. That one will bet a label. Using the snippers on every seam on one of these is tiring, but I think I want to make a king size quilt for our bed. Problem is, Bennie Joe stays on the bed all day so I don't put anything nice on it.
No idea why some of the blocks are showing up coral in these pictures - they are all the same light shade of pink.
What else? Ken's been very sick so I haven't been able to move the furniture around or get the sewing room cleaned out/put together. That will get done soon. He has suggested once again that I take over the master bedroom as my large sewing room (has hardwood floors) and that we put our bed in the small bedroom. I'm still thinking about that. After all, we don't do anything but sleep in te bedroom and I could sure use the space. The problem is, it would soon be just as messy as the current one and I would be out of space once again. I think it's probably better if I stay with the smaller room and figure out how to store/place things in a more organized manner.
Ken's family didn't arrive in this country until after the War Between the States so he has no loyalty to either side. He's confederate via marriage to a Southern gal and my involvement in various lineage organizations. He's an auxilliary member of the Wm. H. Griffith #2235 Camp of the Sons of Confederate Veterans; auxilliary because he can't trace his lines back to the period. His uniform is that of a Sargeant in the Artillary - the uniform was custom made for him by Fall Creek Suttlery out of Whitestown, Indiana. He got it as one of his Christmas gifts. The Confederate uniform was grey jacket, sky blue pants, grey kappa (cap). All out of wool and HOT. The jacket is lined...otherwise he would itch badly. The side arm he is holding in the picture is not "real" so he says...but certainly looks it! It has no chamber for bullets. It, the holster, and the red sash, along with the knife were loaned to him by Jack. I think he can purchase his own at the museum.
I was supposed to go to the Woman's Shakespeare Club on Wednesday, and intended to do that. Cleaning ladies came and I had plenty of time to get ready after they left...but I wasn't feeling well. Instead of going to Shakespeare I went back to bed for most of the rest of the day. I think it was what I needed to do because I felt better Thursday morning although still weak. I managed to attend the meeting of the Six Flags Chapter of the DAR. I am transferring from the MIK chapter of DAR to Six Flags because it is a smaller chapter and there is much more potential for getting involved. I've already been asked to build a Facebook page as well to take over development of a web page. Shouldn't be difficult. And I've already started making suggestions. Six Flags is an ageing/dying chapter, and if something is not done it is going to become a "has been" chapter. It needs members and it also needs some activities to enliven it.
After the meeting Thursday I met up with Ken and a couple of his friends and another wife for lunch at WS Cafe. As long as I've lived here that was the first time I've been there. It was ok, nothing to write home about. Typical "greasy spoon" cafe with the exception that it is fairly large! Afterward, in separate cars, Ken and I drove out to Benbrook to the antique mall and spent about an hour piddling before heading home. It was a horribly soupy, messy, foggy day; and I got lost in the fog on the way home! Missed a turn and then had no idea where I was. I sent a text to Ken and confessed I was lost and told him to lead us home. Turns out we weren't that far away from the house, I just couldn't see in the fog.
Today daughter B and grandkids came by to pick up wheel chair to loan to long-time friend from school who managed to bust up her ankle and has had two surgeries thus far. She's going to be incapacitated for a couple of months. Barely got the chair in the back of B's new Ford Escape SUV - used to her driving the mommy van but she no longer has it or needs it since kids are older. Pretty car - glad for her. She deserves to drive a decent car.
K and I went to lunch at "neighborhood" cafe and then walked through the little antique place next door. I have such a hard time walking - just makes me so angry. I used to walk for miles walking my dog and now I'm lucky if I can get down the aisle at a grocery store without having to sit down because of pain in the legs and hips. I don't understand what happened to me!
We were planning to go to the big antique mall in town so came home, plugged in scooter battery intending to rest about 45 minutes before leaving. The battery got plugged in alright but our entire household (K and me plus all the fur babies) went to bed and skipped the outing. I woke up about 6:30 p.m. We were thinking about going out to eat but K was dealing with the sensor on his insulin pump so we stayed home and had "every man for himself" night. And now I'm starving!
That's about it. Life is good, I think. We will start preparing for next weekend. Friday will be Blanketeer project day for me all day, Saturday we will be up and downtown early to ride in the parade, and then Sunday we have a SCV memorial ceremony at the camp's adopted cemetery. Hope it's a nice day for all of that! But for now, it's time to start searching for FOOD.
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