Thursday, April 26, 2007
My friend Jane and I are headed to the quilt mecca Paducah and this year’s quilt show.
We’re probably driving as you’re reading this — this goes to press on Tuesday evening and the newspaper is printed very early Wednesday morning.
Tuesday afternoon, as I write this, I’m hoping that we’re at least on our way by the time the paper comes out.
Jane is not an early morning riser. I am. I want to leave by at least 6 a.m. She’s going to try very hard to leave her house to pick me up at 6:30 a.m. Which means, if I’m lucky, she’ll be there by 7 a.m.
We generally go places in my car, or if we go in her car, I drive and she naps. I can’t sleep or read in a car — she can do both with ease. Which explains a little bit of our getting lost — when the navigator sleeps, the driver gets lost much easier!
This year, however, we’re headed to my sister Jackie’s house and Paducah (Jackie lives 45 minutes away!) in a rental car.
Seems like a Saturday or so ago when Jane and I were headed to our quilt guild meeting in Oxford, some idiot backed into her car.
Said idiot had directed Jane where to park in her driveway and then, with friend Sonya and oldest granddaughter Binky in tow, same said idiot promptly backed straight out of the carport instead of curving and smashed the driver’s door.
Fortunately, the idiot has (had?) good insurance. Jane carried her car to a shop Tuesday morning and picked up a rental car for the duration.
We’ve been hoping for some kind of really “neat” car — we’re not sure what, but we do want “neat.” “Cool” would be fun too! Nothing better than two middle-aged quilters headed to a quilt show in a nifty sports car! Only problem with that is we’re going to need a van to get all our good stuff home!
• Saturday we celebrated our oldest granddaughter’s 11th birthday.
Her mom and I took the birthday girl, friend Grace and her younger sister, along with Uncle Kris to a Japanese restaurant, where we met my brother, Dennis.
Grace is an old hand at the restaurant, but Binkster and Gremlin had never been — neither had Mom or Uncle Dennis.
The flaming grill, flashing knives and egg-flipping chef was a big hit with everyone but Gremlin.
Gremlin does not care to go back to Kyoto! She was scared almost the entire evening and stayed huddled under my arm.
•Tuesday, I’m also celebrating my 37th wedding anniversary. Pop got a quilt. So far, I’ve gotten nothing. Which is par for the course!
Guilt over neglecting to remember makes for really good “make-up” presents!
• Update: We’re headed to Paducah in a Taurus! Durn — we wanted a Hummer!
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