Sunday, February 11, 2018

Feb-ru-ary

Who decided how to spell this month?  Who can pronounce it correctly? 

Here's what has happened in the last month while I have been ignoring the blog.


Laura turned 50 and Al turned 75.  Seventy-five!  It only seemed right to have a celebratory party.  Too bad you couldn't join us.  I had to eat your share of the cake all by myself.


There was a really big surprise when Teri and Willie knocked on our door the very afternoon of his birthday.  What more could a brother ask for?  Well, for them to stay longer but maybe next time.




Of course I've been entertaining myself in the Patch.  Rob provided hours of enjoyment with two flannel shirts, one from Mom and one from Dad.  With a little finagling and creative cutting (and a few yards of supplemental fabric) it became a very cuddly snuggley quilt.  It was fascinating so I'm eager to do more.  In spite of the lint. 


Lily ruled the sewing machine - her first attempt! Go, Lily!



For the last few weeks Digger has been playing with Don on a building project and leaves me wondering if there is any mud left in their yard or if he has brought it all to ours.  And the porch and the bathroom and the laundry room.  We won't even talk about the truck.
  But notice how Al-dorably pleased he is with himself.