Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Day 5 Face

For Day 5 of 100 Days i wanted to create a ace that was not staring at you dead on.

And here here is.

I still need to work on proportion, but my excuse is that I have never had an art class in my life. 

Maybe I need one now?

Monday, June 18, 2018


So for my day 4 event, I made eyes........

dreamy eyes. 

And weird eyes, too!

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Happy Fathers Day All

In the mail yesterday we received a paw print and a card from Chloe's vet.  All the vet techs and kennel people wrote personal things about Chloe and they took a print of her paw for us in plaster. 

They have done that for all of our dogs. 

Oh my sweet girlie, I miss you, it is so empty in that corner where no one wants to lay yet.

Carrie and Andrew and the baby came spent the day here yesterday and we ate and talked and
laughed at the silly things the baby was doing.  He is totally aware he is the center of the universe. 

From Europe, I brought  him back a real soccer uniform from Scotland and he had his soccer shoes on.  For all he was worth, if he had any hair he would have looked all the part of a soccer player!

I have been working with a Facebook group you might be interested in looking at. 

100 Days

If you want to get better at something, do it for 100 days.  I am working on making Faces using the book Making Faces In Fabric by Melissa Averinos.  The group has been going for about a week but I am on day 3 and people are continuing to join this week. 

So if you are interested, jump on in.  No police will take you away if you miss, it is a positive group of supportive artists and quilters who are looking to work together in harmony and improvement and idea generation and support.

You are capable of great things.......but only if you try.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Trip Photos

For those who have sent encouraging words about Chuck, I thank you from my heart.  I talked with some staff last night and they said he was in the process of becoming aware and understanding what he had attempted to do.  They hope to move him to a VA Mental Facility where he can finish his recovery and prepare for his normal as a stronger man.  His trucker job is waiting for him.  His friends are stepping in, even from distances.  Truckers have an amazing bond, these guys. 

PHOTOS! I took over 2300 photos! Don't you love the new digital media?

I have to wait to download the photos until I can to work in Frank's new computer.  Mine doesn't have available space to transfer them to Dropbox.  I have a Board Meeting tonight so that will take a few days to get don.  I need do some work to get the data small enough for the blogger gods to accept them.  

For each vacation trip I put together a photo book.  I write narratives from the notes I take during the trip and I will be posting them here for you to read through.  Or you can just look at the photos Although I do a lot of research on the places and events and there is history and information included in the narrative.  Incredibly I learn a lot AFTER I get home that I wish I had known BEFORE I  got there!

 As I get the photos reworked I will be posting some incredible photos from

Iceland -3 days
Norway - 2 days

Shetland  Isles - 1 day
Scotland - 3 days
Stonehenge, Salisbury - 1 day

I  can't wait to see them on the big computer screes since I have only seen most of them on the back of my camera.

Monday, June 11, 2018

This Was the Other Phone Call I Got

While we were gone, I received two phone calls.  Then I will get to the photos.

You all know about the one horrible phone call I had with my vet about losing Chloe on the cruise.  That was pretty bad, dealing with the guilt of being away and knowing my girl had to spend her last moment alone.

I always have held them in my arms.  Each and every one.  Chloe was just stubborn enough to want to do things her way though.  She certainly walked a different path.

We knew Chloe had that cancer, we bought her a year with the surgery last August.  Neither the vet nor I thought I would bring a dog home from that procedure.  He called her the Miracle Girl and kept her chart out to show the vet students as they came thought the clinic. 

The other phone call was not unexpected either.  But blindsided me with the timing.

We have known Chuck and Patsy for years, traveling with them since we met in Alaska across a
dinner table on a cruise way back in the 90's.  It was a great friendship that spanned continents, you could say.  We would laugh and play games and drink local beers, but Chuck was the only one who ever ate the termites.  Minty, he said. 

Patsy had a beautiful voice.  She would sing in the talent contests and she would always win.  The prize was invariably a bottle of champagne and they would come to our room and we'd drink it sitting out on the balcony while Chuck smoked. 

I told the story once about saving Chuck's life when he was driving his rig through Baton Rouge and had a heart attack.  He ended up having open heart surgery and staying with us till he was able to get back on the road.  He talked to Patsy every night.  

First Chuck got cancer and surgery, then Patsy got pancreatic cancer and died suddenly 3 years ago.  Chuck was devastated.  He fell in with the first woman he met at the next truck stop.  I use the term woman loosely.

We met her when we were in North Carolina, my opinion didn't change.  I would get phone calls from Chuck, lifeline calls I termed them.  Just to know someone cared, someone loved him.  Well, he made one of those calls while we were gone.  I didn't answer.  And I didn't call back for a week.

And then he gave up. 

When we got back I called his phone and a social worker answered.  She assured me they have his truck locked down and he is in the hospital where they are caring for him.  Yes, The woman bled him dry, used him, tossed him. 

I had known this call would come too, like I said, but it blindsided me just like Chloe did.  And if I had been home, it might have gone another direction.  Sometimes just a word will make that difference.  You know.  You just have to listen.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Just getting there was tough

The first hurdle was getting to London.  We had a direct flight to Houston from Baton Rouge.  Which took off an hour late, causing us to miss the direct flight with first class tickets from Houston to London.  The woman chuckled as she said, I can put you on this next flight....but you won't make it.  (so why put us on it, duh?)

After we didn't make that flight, we were put on another flight.....which was cancelled.

I stood in the terminal, feeling kinda terminal, and shoved my ticket into on of those machines that  proclaimed "see what connections you can make!" Frank was yelling at me, I thought I might connect with a nice Greek millionaire.  It put me on a flight to Dulles Washington DC/London.

Frank yelled at me for doing that, but I couldn't undo it. After an hour when he got to the front of the line, the customer service rep said , yep, sure enough, he needed to be on that flight as well.

We rushed across the Houston Airport for the THIRD time in 5 hours to a different terminal and got there just as they were closing the doors.  Frank yelled at me the whole way about not wanting to be on that flight.

When we got there, he told the gate attendant he didn't want to be on the flight, she shut the gate down, looked at his stuff, told him he NEEDED to be on the flight.........stopped the plane and got us on.

That is how we ended up sleeping on benches in Dulles Airport Washington DC overnight, and thankfully in London the next day.  It had taken us only 36 hours to get there.  Frank sat next to a woman in the window seat with a 6 month old baby in her lap , both of whom cried the whole way.  Better man than I am, for sure. 

Remember those first class tickets?  We ended up jammed in middle seats for 11 1/2 hours in separate sections of the plane, not even close to each other.

But we were in London!  Now we just had to get to the ship somehow.

Being American and thinking his money ruled the world, we got kicked off three buses before Frank figured out we had to get us some of that English money.  I was just too tired to care at that point. 

We are so traveling with Marchita next time..........And taking less luggage.

Saturday, June 9, 2018


We landed in Houston a few minutes ago and are chilling our sore bodies in the United Club watching it rain outside. I hope that doesn’t delay our last flight leg home.

It is good to be on solid ground.  We spent all day on a bus tour to Stonehenge and Salisbury yesterday. A then there was a 10 hour flight today. So far.

At least we have made all our connections. Getting to London we were not so lucky.

So. Did the postcards arrive or did I beat them home?