Good news and Even Better News

And I thought life would slow down!  Boy was I wrong.

Now with the holidays coming it is bound to get only more hectic.  I had planned to make a bunch of quilts and even do an Advent Tree quilt for Sawyer.  I knew I should never have put that off this summer.

My CRV is in the shop so we are working with one vehicle.  We picked up the police report today and sent it to the two insurance companies.  The other insurance cannot find the vehicle owner or the driver.  Imagine that.  There has got to be something illegal about that.   

The good news is that our photos from the Santa CAAWS event came out unbelievably gorgeous!  Even if he wasn't my flesh and blood I would still think this was the wicked cutest Santa shot ever in the entire space and time continuum.

I will show you Sawyer's and my own stinking cute dogs when it gets closer to Christmas.  But you really should spend the money on a trip down here next year to let Santa CAAWS do your dog photos, for sure!  And we could do a side trip of Swamp Tour and get some quilting in there too!

The day with Sawyer was fun.  The dogs were exhausted though!  They slept the deep sleep of those who are relieved of sentry duty for the night.  DiNozzo has to be the nursemaid dog and worries about Sawyer being safe.

We set up his tent and Sawyer played on quilts made by his grandma and great grandma.




They read books and he enjoyed a midday repast.  He is getting pretty good with that fork!

Even Better News is that while Frank was turning the sprinkler system off and preparing the faucets outside for the freeze tonight, he found my keys.

They were on the sill of the kitchen window.  Outside!  I am pretty sure I did not put them on the outside window sill.

 All this time I have been searching for my keys and they were just inches from me when I washed the dishes or cooked.  Amazing.

I have no pictures of the event

I was sitting casually around in my pjs and messy hair and the phone rings.  Frank was long gone and I was trying not to cough up a lung.  I was just going to sit around and try not to die.

I  hear his voice say, I am going to ruin your day.  And he did.

When Frank left he drove to McD's to get tea and a breakfast biscuit since he was late pulling out of here he got no breakfast.  He had a meeting in his Belle Chasse office 2 hours away.  Getting into the car at McD's he put all the stuff in his hands on top of the car roof.  He got in, collected his stuff, pushed the on button and drove off.

Two hours later he gets to Belle Chasse and looks for his keys, nowhere to be found.

The really bad thing about having a car with a push start is that you don't need to know where your keys are.  But they have to be within 3 feet of the starter.  Which includes the roof.

I had to drive to Belle Chasse.  To get there I had to drive to New Orleans, cross the entire city of New Orleans, and I had to cross the Greater Mississippi River Bridge over to the West Bank.  I had to go all through these little backwater cities, and to the IntraCoastal Canal.

I was NOT a happy camper.  Now I could not sleep, or sew or set the Roomba off to work on my floors, or to take the cough medicine that makes me sleepy.  And I had to drive past Jones Creek Road, which is generally as far as I like to go.

But I went because he is the father of my child and I need him to keep me in quilting notions.  

Well, I lied, I do have an old photo of the Greater New Orleans Bridge from a Carnival cruise ship  as we were leaving for Key West.  Which is much farther than Belle Chasse.

So my warning to him the LAST time this happened (I  didn't have to drive as far  because he was in Baton Rouge) and to you now, is to hold the keys in  your hand AS IF YOU WERE PUTTING THEM INTO THE IGNITION and push the button to turn the car on.  He did this for a while, but admitted that he had not continued the pract6ice.

he also admitted that he had not lost his keys like this when he DID as I suggested.

So I am right!  Yes! 

Nationwide Search Recovers Keys

While at dinner with fellow quilter friends before our meeting, the suspect received a frantic call from authorities saying Frank's keys were missing.  The search coordinator believed the keys were taken by a family member, the wife, in retaliation for some unknown injustice.

When initially questioned, the wife responded with, Huh? Why would I have taken his keys?  You need to ask him the results of previous searches.

At the urging of the suspect, questioning of the victim revealed that at least twice a week, similar search efforts are repeated for various items such as keys and wallets.  None of these searches have proven the accusations that the current suspect has actually hidden or stolen any item.

After several hours when no obvious ransom demands were received, the suspect received another call from the victim's daughter, pleading for information about the keys.  She inquired if there was going to be a ransom demand.  The suspect denied culpability and refused to confirm ransom demands would be forthcoming.

In due process of law, the suspect or person of interest, returned to the scene of the crime.  According to the victim, the suspect made dramatic overtures relating to the search by raising the sofa and looking under it, scouring the back yard with a flashlight in 32 degree weather with a slight drizzle and inspecting dog beds to see if it had been pilfered by a recalcitrant basset.

The keys were not found in any location.

The suspect, in an overwhelming gesture of platitude, requested that the victim be hypnotized to recount movements from the time he drove into the driveway and had last seen the keys.  Initially, the victim refused, believing the suspect would compromise him in an absurdly amorous way as to confound his thinking.  But seeing no other resort, he reluctantly agreed to be led through a psychic journey with the stipulation that the TV remain on so he would not fall into a deep trance.  (The suspect knew this was what normally put him into a deep trance, so the condition was accepted.)

The attempt at finding the keys through hypnosis was unsuccessful because full cooperation by the victim was not accorded.

The suspect, having searched the entire premises upside and down, ventured into the sewing room. This was against the protests of the victim saying he had never entered the suspect's lair.

Whereupon the suspect found the keys sitting atop the ironing board between the Mystery Quilt and the Reflections quilt.  It seems the victim entered the sewing room to pull the blinds down, thus preventing the above named basset from viewing the landscape.  Thusly the keys were left upon said ironing board and left forgotten.

The suspect was released and became the heroine and was accorded the honor of a fresh eclair and a coffee made by the victim in return for his forgiveness for such accusations of non-merit.