Embroidery Class Night

I signed up for an embroidery class at church.  Tonight was the first class.  Not sure I like embroidery, but I did learn a stitch that I had been trying to learn for hand quilting and had not conquered so that is a plus.  

Hopefully I will learn other stitches that will help me in quilting.  

At least I am getting out of the house and trying something new.

One House My Dad Built

Until I married Raymond, I had always lived in a house built by my dad.  This is the house I lived in in Dayton from age 6-13.  Almost all the trees in the picture were planted by my dad, but the other plants in the front are from the current owner.  We are still friends with the neighbors on the garage side of the house. 

When we moved into this house it was not complete.  Dad had a way of selling our houses out beneath us before having a place for us to move into.  We had to walk a plank over a huge ditch to enter the house.  There was no running water, or heat.  It was quite an adventure.  It was not a lot of fun at the time, but we enjoyed telling the stories over the years.  

We did not even have stairs between the two floors when we moved in this house.  There was a ladder you climbed to get to the bedrooms and then you had to climb down it to get to the portable toilet that was set up for us.  I remember one night my brother missed the ladder and fell to the first floor. Mom was sure he was dead.  We turned the flashlights on him and he was fine, not happy, but fine.

FYI: Dad sold this house before the house in KY was done too.  Never a dull moment.

Weekend full of Love and Laughter

I had a weekend full of love and laughter.  

Friday night - I went to the RED exhibit at TheGallery8680.  There were some great pieces there and I met a couple of interesting artists.  My friend Kathleen had a ceramic piece on display.  I was able to catch up with some people I haven't seen in six years and I enjoyed myself.  We had some laughs talking about some of the different things going on around us and the past.

Saturday - I picked up around the house, did a little laundry, worked on a quilt, and then had dinner with J, G, and L.  We had a great time talking and laughing, but we went away from our usual restaurant and it was a disaster. I think the only thing that didn't happen was for the waiter to drop a plate of food on one of us. It was bad enough that two meals were comped.  After dinner Loni went with me while I ran an errand and then I took her home before coming back to the house. When I arrived home my youngest was here, so it was a very good night. He and I watched True Grit, the Coen Brothers version.  I saw it in the theater with the oldest, but the youngest wasn't available.  It is one of those movies that I think he needed to have on his list.

Today, Sunday - It was family breakfast with L and the youngest with pancakes from scratch, and then L and I watched an episode of 24 Hr. Catwalk before she went home.  I had a fun conversation with my brother.  I finished quilting the second charity quilt I was working on for Project Linus. For dinner I made buttermilk biscuits from my mom's recipe and scrambled some eggs. 

Looking forward to a good week.

Music to My Ears

I have a friend that hasn't had a lot to laugh about lately.  

I am pleased to say that I was able to tickle my friend so much tonight that he could not catch his breath.  It was music to my ears to hear his laughter. 

Of course the laughter was at my expense, but that is okay, it was long and hard and at the end he thanked me.

I hope he finds laughter every day from this day forward, but not always at my expense.

When Did I?

When did I move to Timbukto?

I am slowly starting to work on taxes.  I was going to at least get the boys done this weekend, but I realized I did not have the W2 for the oldest as it did not come to the house.  I texted him and asked if he had received it through his work. 

His response was "Yeah, I'll bring it by as soon as I can."

What does that mean?  

Also can he not be forward thinking enough to give it to his brother?  They live on the same campus.  They see each other at least once a week, and his brother comes home or sees me once a week. 

I won't even get into the fact that he was supposed to clean up the mess he left when he moved out again, and it is still mostly here.  

Google maps show a distance of 17 miles between his apartment and my house.  Now I know my house is in a different direction than girlfriend's house and that girlfriend lives approx. 40 miles northwest of his place and I am northeast, but he could take a different route home from girlfriend's place and get to my place without too much difficulty.  

That boy might find himself in line at H&R Block this year.

Stepping Out of the Box

I am going to start trying to step out of my box.  This is a very difficult decision and a very scary action, but I will try.

Started tonight by buying a black and pink fedora I saw the other night and it has been on my mind each night since.  It is cute, even though pink is one of my least favorite colors. 

Should Have Listened to the Mama

My youngest is getting a little to big for his britches, and he paid for it this week.  I am not ashamed to say it gave me some satisfaction.  

Housing sign up for next semester started last week and he is signing up to room with this brother next year.  I told him in advance to remember that he had to sign up for a particular complex as there is more than one on campus.  The response was "Yeah, Yeah, I know."

"Yeah, Yeah, I know" means in youngest speak, "Why are you talking to me, I know." or "I am not listening to you because you don't know anything."

Well, because he did not listen, he spent all day Monday trying to correct the application he filed with the wrong apartment complex.  

Yep, he should have listened to the Mama.