Lightening Strikes

Beaver received a whopping half inch of rain yesterday and Uncle Alan has this tale to tell. He rides his little motor scooter to his field down the Creek Bed every day to change the water. He had just started out when the rain began pelting down. By the time he reached his field he was already wet and thought he might as well change the water and get it over with. But something prompted him to take shelter under the shed. As he stood there watching the rain splashing in puddles all around, one of his cows came up along the fence and stood right where he would have been changing the water. Suddenly a strike of lightening bolted out of the sky and struck the cow dead. He said the earth shook and the shed shuddered and today he is grateful that it was a cow, not him, lying belly-up in a wet field of hay.

I've got my little Lyssy Lou

I'm in grandma Heaven! I have my little Lyssy here for a week and already I'm lovin' it. She is such a bright spot in our lives and it's so fun to have her here. She comes complete with her dog. The dog already has full run of the house and has discovered how to blink her eyes at me and get all the food she wants. Already I have discovered that Lyssy knows more about this computer than I do and she is going to enlighten me on how to do some things I have been wanting to learn how to do such as down-loading pictures, etc. This is going to be a good week. I love Grandma Heaven.

What was I thinking?

I always have sewing projects in various stages of completion laid out on the bed in my sewing room. The one that has bothered me the most began with a kit from Great American Quilt Factory. I saw it on their web site and thought it might be something I would like to try. It was called "Christmas Pickle". When the kit arrived I looked at the fabrics and nearly fainted. This would certainly take me out of my box. The colors were every shade of green from lime to barnyard, torquoise, fuscia, pink, red, purple. The pattern was a paper-pieced pickle dish in a one-quarter format and lots of pinwheels. I sewed on it for a while, then it became burried by other projects. Those other projects eventually were completed and the pickle dish reappeared in unfinished splendor. The last few days I have been determined to finish the pickle dish so I can get that green mess off my bed. I showed a finished row to my husband and he nearly fainted. "You paid money for those fabrics?" he said. What was I thinking?

I just remembered, I have to "tag" someone and I have nobody to tag. Does that mean I remain "it" for the rest of my life with my unusual hobbies?

I created a Blog

I can't believe I'm writing a blog.
I suppose it's because my two daughters have one and I have read their beautiful words that bring tears to my eyes and I feel an urge to contribute "my ramblings". Besides, I was "tagged". I don't exactly know how that could be because the daughter who tagged me lives 150 miles from my door. I thought when you were tagged, someone had to touch you. I also understand that I have to list six unusual things about myself and "tag" someone else.

1. I was born with an unquenchable thirst to excell in things out of the ordinary. Therefore,
2. At the age of 9 I learned to drive a tractor and at the age of 12, a car.
3. I mowed hay for my dad from the age of 12 until I graduated from high school.
4. At the age of 50 I learned how to be a professional photographer without any schooling or training.
5. At the age of 70 I learned how to be a longarm quilter without any schooling or training.
6. For the past 45 years I have had my hair fixed once a week at White's Beauty Salon.




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