Tuesday, February 3, 2009

We're off to Nashville....Whoppee!!!

Well, we haven't left yet, but as soon as the post office opens I'll get the rest of the mail orders off and we're leaving this burg...and a burg it is because just as I was loading up the van (7:30 a.m.) it started to snow. As I have mentioned numerous times, it never snows down here....at least not when I could sit inside in the warm living room, with my rather large butt on my sofa with my needlework in one hand and a diet soda in the other and veg out....while watching T.V. But let me need to get out of town and then, oh yes, and then it snows. How cruel is that? I've been up all night because even though I knew I was leaving for Nashville, I didn't pack, do laundry or anything else until around 9:00 last night. I also had to clean up the house since the kitchen and living room looked like a disaster area. My fear is always not that I'll be in an accident without good underwear on, but that I'll die and people will come into the house and just shake their heads at what they see. While it is not pristine, it is in pretty good shape and my kitchen has been cleaned, dishes done, and put away. So while my mother may be shaking her head because I didn't get behind the refrig, it's O.K. in my eyes. Now I can perish in peace, and if I must go I pray that I at least have time to get to Nashville and get my hands on the Petit Sampler Etui. Then I can die happy! Anyway, I need a vacation after the Superbowl Weekend extravaganza. Whew!!! those ladies wore me out. And of course, nothing comes easy for us. Vernon, Sara's "boyfriend" (is a man of 50 a boy?) Anyway, Vernon's mother had been diagnosed with brain cancer back in November. Poor Vernon has been traveling to Baltimore every week for a few days to help in her care. Things took a bad turn and the week before the weekend retreats we were informed that his mother wouldn't make it past Monday. Of course she did and passed away on Wednesday. We had the first group of stitchers arriving on Wednesday so Sara was freaking out (and I wasn't much better with visions of handling the weekend alone). So Vernon headed to Baltimore and Sara and I held down the fort, however, on Saturday Sara did head up for the funeral and left me alone...in the shop...with 3 retreats here and only Mary as backup or so I thought. I should have known better...all the ladies here "retreating" stepped in and showed people where things were in the shop, Janie Mae was here cutting fabric for 3 straight days without a break (a volunteer no less) so I managed to get through the day without slitting my wrists. There are no kinder people than stitchers. Of course they are all my "peeps" as I like to refer to them. Like I'm queen of something...