Good Trade

I gave Dad his airplane quilt. He gave me a gooseberry pie. Good trade in my book.

Mom is doing well.  She looks wonderful.  I am concerned she is not doing enough exercising that new knee; she is also supposed to be checking her blood sugar, but that is not something she is interested in at all. I motivate students all day long at work, but I am at a loss how to motivate my mother. Actually, I don't motivate anyone.  I take the little sparks of effort a student makes and fan them to flames. Students do all the work.  I guess I am somewhat of a bellows?

While I was in Missouri I spent some time in the sewing studio adding binding to the Rattlesnake quilt.  I heard tap, tap, tapping outdoors, so I went to investigate and found a companion. This little woodpecker was busy enlarging the "door" of the birdhouse.

My great-grandmother, Stella Mae Irvin, who, with her husband Frank, lived on a farm in central Missouri near Versailles, made this baby quilt when my mother was pregnant with me.  I love this little quilt.  None of the knots are buried.  It represents my great grandmother's fearlessness and determination in quilt making, and, most of all, her blind, steadfast love for her family.  

It is the most beautiful quilt in my life.

I have left the land of pie-every-night.  Pictured is Dad's gooseberry pie.  Oh my goodness!  You seriously have never had a better pie than my Dad's.  When I got to Kansas City, he had a cherry pie waiting.  I wonder just how much I would weigh if I lived up there?

We had a six-plus hour mechanical delay to get out of Kansas City yesterday, and I met a couple of really nice folks.  Diane, thank you for spending your lunch time with me.  You are easy to talk to!  You must have millions of friends all over the place.

I got to meet Diane because she and another woman saw me working on this:

And they wondered why I was pulling and tugging at it so hard, and when I put it on the ground and started stomping on it, they could no longer contain their curiosity.  I am glad they asked about it rather than just assuming I was an mad cotton crocheter-person.  We were stalled in the terminal so long I ran out of fabric to crochet, but Mom sent me home with plenty of supplies.

Note to L.K.  I am sorry I missed the program this morning.  I went to Gwinnett Medical with an asthma attack at 5:30 this morning.  Welcome back to Georgia and the Kitten I am allergic to!

My prescriptions are kicking in, so I am going to go lie down.