Walking the dog. Anyone remember that yo-yo trick? What? You never tried to smack yourself in the head with a chunk of wood on a too long thin breakable string? There never was much entertainment on the ranch, so we had to make our own. One yo-yo between two kids always led to arguments, which is why I seemed to get whacked more than anyone else.
THIS walking the dog is a lot more fun. We go out every morning now so Cooper can smell the roses, or maybe it's where the skunks have trod. Yes, those black and white harbingers of stinkyness have been spotted in the neighborhood AGAIN. So far they haven't waddled my direction.
I spent a couple of early hours going through my fabric stash when it was cool. I've already got three bags full heading to Yuma this winter. I also boxed up everything I'm going to take to Arizona.
That initiated a trip to the lone fabric shop up North where I found the exact backing I needed for the blue and white quilt. What should I find but an entire room of quilting machines. Further investigation ensued. Come to find out they do quilting at a much lower cost than Arizona, as in $175 versus $250. I'll take that any day!! Woohoo!!
Amazingly it was a quiet night ... a big surprise since fireworks have become so popular as a 2 am distraction from drinking all that beer. I'm determined to get out of the house today for a drive. That trip to the grocery store for potato salad fixings just didn't cut it.