All Stitched Up ...

Amazingly, that's not me, but my quilt that's all stitched up.  Often there is an accident or two and it's ME that needs stitching.  I really do try to be extra careful around sharp things.

While the world is going absolutely cra-cra, I've been locked up in my sewing room trying to ignore most of it.  Renaming the military bases?  That's as bad as tearing down all those beautiful statues that remind us of the historical accounts of this country.  Erasing history isn't going to change a thing.

I AM glad I don't live in Washington State.  I contemplated that a few times, but with the weather and the pending doom of the biggest earthquake in history, I decided I'd be better off burning up in the desert.  That's certainly better than the Mayor of Seattle ceding an autonomous zone to protestors, giving them free food with no police presence while they vandalized nearly stores.   Who is paying for the damage there?

So I've been sticking my head in a big pile of fabric and sewing.  My biggest protest so far has been to hit the Save Mart grocery store.  I'm sad to say things are still not back to normal.  Seriously, everyone must be on unemployment ... can't blame them with the bucks they are making.  Sugar, flour, any kind of disinfectant product and toilet paper are still in short supply here.  My groceries came to $174.00.  Almost everything in the store has been upped in price by $1.00 EACH.  Avocados-$1.99 each.   Nuts that were $9, now $10.

I admit, I did stock up on laundry and dish detergent, only because I had coupons.  I figured it would at least give me something to do as I rearranged my entire laundry room full of junk.  Truthfully, it's a junk room with a washer and dryer thrown in.  How exciting to have a goal in mind for two hours!!

I spent the rest of the day working on this quilt.  It looks a little better from far away.  Each of those triangles is made up of ten pieces sewn together.  It's WAY too busy for my eyes!!  At any rate, that makes SIX stacked up for the quilter in Arizona.  I'm going to be bankrupt just paying for quilting.

Just for kicks, and to prove I really am going nuts, check out this kid on Facebook.  This is Pluto who has a little different outlook on life.  I think he is a she, but who could tell from the name.  He gets his words confused here and there, says to Googily things and talks about his mom using his clippers to shave her legs during her lockdown.  Wiki-licki-pedia is another of his favorites.

In between all the excitement, I've been going on-line (on my phone since my internet connection only works at 4:00 in the morning) and taking test after test.  Not about what animal I really am or what my names means in Swahili, but DMV driving tests.  I'm trying to get a head start on the test I have to take July 1st.

In California now, there are TWO driver's license classifications.  The REAL ID allows you to purchase ammunition and fly.  The regular driver's license allows ANYONE, illegal or not, to drive in California.  Too bad it doesn't require them to provide insurance too.

At any rate, I've passed all the tests, about 30 questions each, with only missing three at the most.  Believe it or not, I've had my driver's license renew by mail since I was 16 years old.  So ... at what age can you leave your kid in the car alone?  Anyone?  Yeah, I missed that one too.  It's six.  Now I know!!

Before starting another quilt, I need to find my social security card, two pieces of paper that show my social security card number, at least three bills that show my street address and my name, along with my passport and for good measure, my birth certificate.  I'm not kidding.  Just to get a driver's license.  I heard they were also asking for marriage licenses and divorce certificates.  I REALLY hoping I don't have to go there!!