Must Be at Least 30 Degree Below Zero

I watched a program on TV about these people who choose to live in the harsh conditions in Alaska.  I cannot see any human being WANTING to live in a place where you can freeze to death, starve to death, get killed by a bear, get gored by a moose, get killed by a tree falling on you 20 feet from your house and no one hearing your screams for help, or just plain falling off a cliff.

 And that is on a GOOD day.  Wow, can you imagine having to live in an un-insulated freezing cold cabin in the middle of a place that has no neighbors and you have to go out daily to get your food, veggies are scarce and you have to go outside in the cold to pee in the middle of the night?

The first paragraph is about Alaska, the second is where I live.

I know there is a majority of you who live in every state north of Louisiana (except Florida and Hawaii) who think I am a wuss.  I may be.  But for the last three nights it has been below 40 degrees.

O - M - G !!!!

It is freezing.  Saturday night I was fighting a migraine.  Since all my pills and vitamins were under the counter in the bathroom, they all were lost in the floodwaters. I just have not gotten around to thinking of what was in there and now is lost.  There was no where to get more pills quickly, so I rode it out.

I fell asleep in the camper bed while Frank was watching the LSU game. ii woke up about 12:30 am, freezing.  Everything you move in the camper it echoes through the space like you are Godzilla shuffling through Tokyo. I found my only jacket, my sweatsuit zip up.  I thought the hoodie would keep my head and neck warm.  Maybe.

My feet were so cold.  I was so cold.  I realized i needed to pee.  Once back in the camper I was chilled to the bone with cold.  I had two quilts, but they were small lap quilts.  I needed to find were my larger quilts were.

Sunday at Carrie's house, she gave me two quilts I had gifted to them over the years.  And Sunday night at dinner with Paula and Glen, she brought 5 of my quilts that had been living at her house.

This is how my bed gets made now. This is the raw, cold inhospitable bed in the camper I sleep in.  No dogs, although I did think that the dogs might be the answer to my freezing cold nights.  Frank has his own bunk in the "bunkhouse" section of the camper since he acts out his dreams by kicking and punching the villains (and me).  So  here is where he generally sleeps.  He is not cold so don't worry about him and feel sad for him.  He is perfectly fine.  Chloe sleeps  on the flood and he puts his hand on her and pets her all night.  Did I get the same love and affection?




Layer one, Carrie's LSU quilt.  I made this for her when she graduated from LSU.  It has a bunch of LSU t-shirts and one from Runnels High School.  The center is a large block I found on Quilter's Cache, can't remember the name of  it right now.  I tuck half of this quilt in the foot of the bed.

Layer two.  This is a kit I found at one of River City Auctions.  I got it for cheap and it was all cut out already.  All I had to do was to put it together.  It is a full size quilt and is a good base for all the rest of the pile.

Layer three.  This is a Loon Quilt I made for Andrew when was still dating Carrie.  It is a large lap quilt.

Layer four.  This was a Mystery Quilt Project I headed for River City a few years back.  I made two of these for myself!  Snowflakes, I really like these colors, blues are cool........but this is another warm layer on the bed.









Layer five - This is the South  Seas Batik I made.  I love this quilt!  It fell victim to McGee and has a pretty good large fist size hole in it.  You can see the corner of the pillow case sticking out of it.

Layer six - this is the huge star I made at retreat about two years ago.  It is a good sized quilt that covers everything else.  But that is not all......keep going.

Layer seven - Finally, a final layer.

this is one of the first quilts I made when I started quilting again in earnest after I sold the company.  It is a Double Irish Chain that has a layer of flannel as batting rather than traditional batting.

I quilted it with a 55 year old Kenmore sewing machine that was busy dying a painful death.  The internals were worn and unfixable and just wanting to die.  There are so many skipped stitches and blank spaces and painful areas with the quilting falling apart.

And that is how I get warm at night.............here in Louisiana!