Good Morning Folks,
I sure hope you all had a very nice weekend. We sure did. Thank you all so much for all the well wishes for Sam and his surgery. It went so very well. He now has almost an entire new set of chompers. I tired to upload a picture of him, but Blogger won't upload it. His teeth are still quite sensitive, but he is doing very well.
My Internet has been so spotty lately, I have many many emails to return, so please don't feel like I have left you high and dry, I just have not been able to work online. We have a wifi Internet thing and the signal is weak often. These are very old quarters and maybe the thickness of the walls and ceilings has something to do with it. Heck I have to go out on my fire escape to talk on the phone so maybe I should drag my laptop out there too? Little chilly yet, but maybe this afternoon.
Speaking of old quarters, Stu and I did a date night Saturday. We walked around post on the "Haunted Ft Leavenworth Tour". Oh it was very fun. I had been joking with my husband about what we would think if the tour stopped in front of our house. Well, what do you know? It did. I have been complaining about someone knocking me down when I unload the dryer or put groceries in the fridge and Ethan Hates sleeping in his freezing cold bedroom. But I just thought I am a klutz and Ethan just wants to stay up late with us. Well, lots of little boys in Infantry Barracks over the years have been haunted in their bedrooms, so we have asked the spook to leave Ethan alone since he needs his rest and If the spook wants to do the laundry so bad, she is more than welcome to it. But seriously it was a very neat tour. They are going again next weekend for anyone in the area. I was hoping we would get to prowl through the old prison, but nope....we just got to look at the elevator shaft where they hung prisoners. That is a super creepy building I think.
Our house on Bailey Street in Ft Hood was haunted, not with a real ghost or anything, just a really angry male "presence" who would glare (making the hair stand up on the back of my neck) from the end of the hallway. I never told my husband about it until he was repainting the dining room by himself one night (we had to move to a different house since housing wanted to remodel the one we were living in) and came home about 2 hours before I thought he would. My husband is as big and brave as they come, so when he walked in kinda pale and angry I asked what was wrong. And he said that someone was watching him in the Bailey street house and he couldn't find them. I told him it was probably the ghost.
OK, Enough of ghost stories. Here is some of the quilt top I worked on this weekend since I didn't really have Internet. I think I am going to add some 60 degree triangles just to see if it will make it better. Something about it just seems unfinished. I started this one back when I was still in Australia.
Oh and the cat story....OK, so Ellie had 5 kittens right? Well, now she only has 4 since (we think) the male ate one. We came home and only 4 kitties were in the box. We looked all over the house and couldn't find the 5th. The kids got home from school and Emma and her little gang of girlfriends decided to assist. The little Pakistani girl began chirping that she found the kitty, "there under the cloth, I see it's paw!" Well....that is all that was left. The paw. Shocked silence and then the screaming of 5 little girls. Wow. We had a big multi cultural - multi religion memorial service for the kitten out under a Maple tree. We now keep Ike the Terrible out of the bedroom and Ellie has quite the set up going on. The 4 remaining kittens are doing great, 2 have their eyes opened but they still don't do much except nurse. Ike follows me around and naps in whatever room I am working in. He is a sweet fellow, so maybe he didn't do it....but someone did and it wasn't me. Just be glad your husband does not eat your children when he confuses them for mice.
Have a great day everyone!