Gotcha Day

A year ago Buckaroo brought us the Overlords. Leon and Roosevelt have been fun and chaotic additions to the Sunshine family. 

A year later, they are still maniacs. Leon still kills paper. Roosevelt still climbs everything--especially people in the middle of the night. They also extremely sweet. Leon will wrap his front legs in a hug-fashion around an unsuspecting person walking by. Roosevelt is so lovey-dovey and will purr with the smallest amount of attention from anyone, including Luna. 

Though brothers, they are about as different in size and personality as one can expect. However, they are extremely bonded, even to the point of crying for the other (also in the middle of the night). 

Roosevelt and Leon

Looks Like One (or More) of Those Coronas Must Have a Direct Line

This illness is lingering. It's taken its toll to the point where I accidentally "replied all" to an e-mail today and at some point I probably should care. Right now the best I can do is muster an "oops." 

Being this sick is so awful that, after six days, I broke down and asked the Coronas for their help with some Divine Assistance. Though I'm now answering 17,081 text messages instead of sleeping, the truth is, I'm starting to feel better. Looking back, I probably should have asked for prayers last Wednesday.  

For the record, there is no antibiotic for bronchitis. It just has to run its course. 

If you are looking for a good stock tip: whatever company makes Ricola sugar free cough drops. I'm on my third bag in six days. 

Back Home

Marty and I returned from our trip, on fire for changes to the Sunshine household. And ever since, I've been on fire with a fever and awful sore throat. Today I can sit. So there's that. Roosevelt and Luna are snuggling near me, taking turns giving me their healing love. Leon is busy killing a dust mite in the corner of the room. However, he came by, checked out the action on the couch and then decided the dust mite might have brethren who need conquering. 

Her Royal Majesty (Deb) called me today, wanting to see if I'd be healthy enough to go to tomorrow's funeral and Corona night. Right now, probably not. But I told her yes, anyway. I want to be with Corona Patty (and her family), who is burying her younger sister. Plus, Corona night... But honestly, I need a bit of Divine assistance if I'm going to be well enough to socialize tomorrow. 

Earlier today, Buckaroo called me from the store. He's got a board game afternoon planned at someone's home. The context he presented was that one of the newer members offered to host. He asked me if he should bring flowers for a hostess gift for the young woman hosting. Yes, this would be for board games with college students. I'm guessing he means for the flowers to be a banal gesture and not a romantic advance, so I told him a bottle of Dr Pepper would suffice. 

Before he left for his afternoon adventure, Buck came home and presented me with these, saying "Feel better soon. And, oh yeah... stay out of the garage until Sunday."

  

Perhaps the Divine assistance I needed. 

 

Small Worlds Colliding

I should preface this by saying I'm six states away from home. I should also preface this by saying Deb swears I know everyone. Everyone. I don't. 

So yesterday--six states away from home--I struck up a conversation at the local coffee shop with a woman. She's from Austin and we got to talking and I told her I live in Texarkana. She told me if I haven't found a "church home" in Texarkana, I really should check out the local Church of Christ. They are a dynamic bunch and about three years ago helped her out. She and a friend were coming back from Little Rock on their way to Austin.  They got stranded in Texarkana and called the local Church of Christ for help. "A really great couple" came to their rescue and put them up for the night. 

I finished the story for her, because I remembered when this happened and knew exactly who the couple was: Corona Gail and her husband. They still talk about this delightful woman and her friend who were stranded on their way to Austin. 

Vacation

Marty and I are on a vacation, unwinding and recharging our batteries. As I write this, he's emailing a company who is looking to hire someone with his skills. They reached out and asked some specific questions. 

Yep. We're just a fun couple, hanging out on a Friday night on our separate computers. 

Last Quilt Update for This Week (Probably)

On Thursday, Val, her adorable mother and mama's friend made it to the Event of the Season: Quilt Week. The big show happened in downtown Paducah Kentucky and apparently crazy people who play with fabric and those adjacent all made it to this four day event. We only went one day. But I assure you, there's enough to do and see to last four days. And honestly, one day was plenty for me.

By the way, I had better Mexican food in Kentucky than I ever had in Texarkana. I'm still letting that settle in. 

I'm tired, so y'all are just getting a few pictures. If you are the kind who doesn't look at the photos, I promise a few of these pictures are especially taken keeping in mind the three of you who read this. So, don't skip today. 

Sedona

RBG with the Dissent Collar
Can we please put our differences aside for a moment. Come on, isn't it cool a Supreme Court Justice has a quilt made in her likeness? 

The Paducah Tour

 On Wednesday, Valerie, her adorable mother and I headed to Paducah. Adorable Mama had some shopping to do at all the usual haunts--Hobby Lobby, T.J. Maxx, Home Goods. Valerie and I had another agenda. But first, we found the Wall. 

One of the mural pictures on the Paducah Wall

The Ohio River on the back side of the Wall. 

The Wall is an engineering marvel which spans about three miles along the confluence of the Tennessee and Ohio Rivers. It was put in around 1940 after the 1937 Ohio River Flood destroyed a good portion of Paducah. About thirty-ish years ago, someone painted murals on the wall, telling the story of the area. 

After the Wall, we found our way to our true destination, the National Quilt Museum. Yep. It's a thing.

 The place was interesting--think art pieces on fabric. And though these were lovely to look at, I prefer quilts for their history and journey into greatness (Great-grandmammy made this quilt from leftover dresses and great-granddaddy's dungarees. She wrapped my memaw and her three siblings in it during the blizzard of 1903.). All that said, I'm glad I went this one time. Would I go back? Maybe if opportunity and Fate ever collide. 

When we were done with the Quilt Museum, Valerie and I headed to Hancock Fabrics of Paducah. This is the Mecca for fabric. Known by quilting enthusiasts everywhere, Hancock Fabrics of Paducah is two mega-warehouses worth of every known 100 percent cotton fabric print. I did find fabric for the quilt I want to make my nephew. Our life is about to change and I don't know if I'm going to get this quilt done before his birthday in June or if the fabric is going to live in my bathtub for the time being. 

Oh yes, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the other purchase we made: Valerie introduced me to moonshine. Our flavor: Apple pie. It did not go down smooth, but I sure slept well Wednesday night. 

A few choice Quilt Museum pictures below. And yes, all quilts. 

Cats on a Hot Tin Roof

This was my absolute favorite piece.