A Do Nothing Day

 It was a day to relax ... no stress ... no problems ........ but you know that never happens.  Truly it was a day to recover from eating too much delicious food, so Mr. Cooper and I headed out for an early morning walk.  

It's nice to know that I am not the only one in this area who can't grow flowers.  Tomatoes, yes, but flowers, not so much.  

Still, they survive on no water, literally growing up through cracks in the pavement.  It's been 85-105 degrees and these beauties survive.  I water mine, tend to their every need ... and they die.

Walking the kid is always a treat.  It's a slow go on the way out as he smells every rock, stick and blade of grass.  When he decides to head back, it's a different story.  I'm walking as fast as I can and he's still pulling on the leash.  

That was followed up by yet another trek through the tiny garden.  These peppers were SUPPOSED to be bell peppers.  At least that's what I wanted ... and that's what the little tag said.  What am I going to do with these?  They smell hot, so I haven't tasted one.  Maybe make salsa??

The day was slipping by quickly, so I headed for the long arm.  To say things did not go well is an understatement.  Halfway through the first row it died.  The computer just quit.  I turned everything off and walked away.  An hour later I went back to it, only to run out of thread and have to give it directions to the cross street where it stopped.

And that's when it happened.  That horrible crunching noise, like the needle is hitting the bobbin.  I took everything apart, put in a new needle, and did everything within my power to get her back up and running.  It was all for naught.  Big sigh!!  

I think it is the little spring in the bobbin ... or maybe the bobbin case ... but the only way to find out is to haul this beast 60 miles south where they will charge me well over $500 just to walk in the door.  They are terrible people ... if you didn't buy it from them, they don't want to see you EVER.  The last time I drove it to the repair shop, they broke it even more than it was originally.  I'm very disheartened since I love quilting so much, but my career may just be over.  I think getting a repairman out to my house will be impossible.

That pretty much ruined my day except for this guy.  He kept bugging me for some unknown reason ... maybe he could feel my frustration.  We went in and out the door numerous times before I gave up.  If only you could speak my little friend.

In the end, I decided he really needed a bath.  It's been WAY too long.  That seems to cool him off a bit and ward off those itchy feet.  I can't complain ... he will be 17 years old in three short months.  It amazes me he acts like the above video at that age.  

And so I spent the rest of the evening crocheting.  Look here ... I just noticed this when I uploaded this picture.  These were the exact same two rolls of yarn, yet look at the pattern.  Same yarn, same crocheting pattern, yet they don't look alike at all.  What the heck?  No matter I suppose, since my hot pots and pans won't care.

And so ended another day in July.  Not the best day I've ever had, but I suppose not the worst.  Today I'll call the quilt machine repair shop and see if they can send someone down.  I may only need a new bobbin spring.  I had this problem once before and was able to fix it myself.  We shall see what happens THIS time.