I spent today getting the stuff ready for my class tomorrow and doing a bit more work on the next retreat project. The man had to mow as the grass went wildly tall while we were wandering around Texas and the southern Appalachian mountains. Then he got a wild hair up his nose to start going through the junk in the garage!! "Can you just look through this box and see if you want to keep any of this stuff?". Of course, this turned into ten boxes and making a big mess of everything while sorting and tossing, and all in the stifling heat of Southern Florida. Yuk. Needless to say, no quilting got done today.
Since I am teaching tomorrow, and have Nifty Fifty on Wednesday, there won't be any longarm action until Thursday. Plus, Mr Wazoo is contemplating a speed trip to South Carolina to see his Mom as a birthday surprise. He is having a pang of guilt for not getting there before coming home. He has pooh-poohed the need for a doctor and says he is feeling better. Pack the bag, Susan, we're off again...
It wouldn't be a good blog post without a couple of pictures, so I will leave you with some vacation shots. Not too many though, I left my battery charger at the first hotel and took the rest of the pictures with my phone. Don't fret, they mailed it to me and it was here when I picked up the mail!
|Trust me, I watched hard for snakes.|
|Mr Wazoo was on the Forestall aircraft carrier when he was in the Navy. It is being cut apart for scrap in Brownsville. Sad sight.|
|Dad is still active and sharp. Mom's pic came out blurry,... rats!|
|The husband patiently watches Cubs baseball.|
|Total camera accident and my daughter still looks good!|
|Mille keeps watch at the window.|