Monday, June 24, 2013

Not Quite The Start That Was Envisioned . . .

I had a funny feeling when I told Linda in an email, about 27 hours before our flight, that she could fer-sure print her boarding pass that evening. She was concerned about the procedure because heretofore her travel agent had done it for her. There were some discrepancies in instructions about how soon before the flight that could be done. Mine was already printed, but by that evening, there was no doubt she could do it..

She answered back that she'd do it in the morning. Boy, she must go to bed early, was my thought. I'd have been eager to make sure it worked as soon as possible.

In the morning I heard from her. "Life is good!  I printed my ticket!  See you tomorrow."

See me tomorrow? "We're going TODAY, Linda!" I fired back.

How long had it been since she'd sent her message? What if she really thought we were traveling tomorrow? What if she didn't get my message on time to meet me at Sister's  Bay Area house so we could get a ride to BART to go to the airport for our flight this evening? She had a longer drive to the meeting point than I did and time was drawing near for me to head out.

Meanwhile, Sister was already on the other side of the ocean, on her way to Paris to fly to Marseille the next morning to meet us for the lavender tour.

I hadn't heard back from Linda by the time I had to leave to make it to the airport on time for my trip. So I left, wondering.

Before all the "see you tomorrow stuff," she'd said she would be leaving her house at 11 a.m. to be at Sister's by 3. My cell phone rang as I was en route, about 2:40 or so. It was Sister, calling from France, who would have to call me back later, after I would get to her house. I arrived there before 3, waiting on her patio for the return call. Linda still wasn't there by 3:20 or so when Sister called me again, I told her about my email exchange with Linda and she joined me in my growing panic.

In spite of panic, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up when Linda walked into the room at 4:30. Our ride was there five minutes early and we were five minutes early for our BART train. As it turned out, we got on one train too early and had to hop off to catch the next one which went all the way to the airport.

Yes, she really had mixed up the day she was leaving. Yes, she'd seen my email and had her own major panic. She'd answered back, too late for me to see before I hit the road, "Oh dear!  I will get there ASAP." She started packing at 11:30 and left in an hour.

Shadow figures stroll along the moving sidewalk

A busy busy evening at the airport

Sunset at Marseille

Battery dying. Let me know about typos.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Yes, Still Alive Out Here . . .

I will be back. I know it's hard to fathom, but some unscheduled events in daily living have cut into my blogging time.

Bye bye, Trailer. I'll miss you.

See you soon (events permitting) . . .


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Quilt Stroll at 100 Degrees -- Part 2

This is working out well, this lounging on the bed (after this hot and tiring day) with my recently acquired Lenovo Ultrabook: none of the frustrations of my more recent laptops that take twice as long to do anything, what with all their little quirks. Well, there were some hardware test failures, apparently. But the problem seems to be resolved. My first laptop was an IBM ThinkPad, lo these many years ago, and it was a real workhorse. I spent one whole summer pounding out school district policies on it in Yosemite where Hubby had a volunteer job. Finally, IBM's successor has a laptop close to the weight range that I can lift (along with all the other junk) into the overhead on a plane. Otherwise, I would have been there much sooner.

So, back to the Quilt Stroll put on by the Pine Needlers Quilters in Groveland, CA. (See Part 1 here.)

Another combo I'm fond of is black, white and red. I'll probably use the red as an accent, rather than a feature fabric, when I get around to doing mine.

There was an interesting development just days before the Stroll. It had been scheduled for months, possibly even years, to be held not only in the park and on the town streets but in the Community Hall, where a Civil War Quilt exhibit would be displayed. Then someone booked a wedding in the Community Hall. I'm not privy to all the details, but the Quilters got booted and were scurrying for alternate venues in the few days before the show. Local merchants came through, as did a church right on Main Street where the Civil War Quilts found a home. They're all sitting neatly in the pews (a term for the seating reflecting my Episcopalian childhood -- don't know what this group calls them). I guess the quilts are done with Civil War reproduction fabrics, since they certainly don't look old enough to actually be from the era.

This one, seeming almost transparent in the light, reminded me of fields of poppies . . . what was it? Flanders?

The next few quilts were made by the prolific Patti Potter. Many are hand quilted. (In fact, I think a lady sitting there quilting might have been Patti, but silly me, as usual I hesitated to ask.) They were in shadow, so the vibrancy of the color doesn't come through very well here. And they were hung around the perimeter of a parking lot, and parked cars interfered with best shots for several of these quilts. (Damn cars! What are they doing in parking lots?)

I can't recall whether this is one of Patti's, or whether it was inside the building where people were taking down quilts at closing time.

This is an embroidered block from a large quilt with blocks for all the states. Unfortunately my photo of the whole quilt was totally blurred.

They folded up around me and I headed for my car (wherever that is).

It was a wonderful show. Star blocks of various types were much in evidence and a lot of quilts were for sale. There were lots of vendors of quilt and craft items, but I hear attendance was down, what with the hot weather. The show is held every other year on the same weekend in June. I've often missed it, because Jeanne Mills' inspiration for quilters tours were typically that time of year. One of the ladies said it snowed the day before the show two years ago. You never know. It's always a gamble. And then there are surprise weddings.

See you when I can.


Quilt Stroll at 100 Degrees -- Part 1

Sigh. It's so fortunate that I didn't volunteer to take a shift at the Quilt Stroll in Groveland today. Most of the day was taken up making a trip to the Little City Down the Hill to return a new tiny TV that I got all set up in my office, only to discover the sound was all static. As long as I was making a trip (back) to town, I finished up my pocket itinerary/diary for my next trip so I could have covers put on it and have it spiral bound, and stock up on catfood from two different sources (Sorry, feral cats. You don't get the premium catfood the hothouse flowers do.) And other miscellaneous

Between one thing and another, I didn't get to Groveland to see the show until a couple of hours before it was scheduled to end. And, since I hadn't eaten since breakfast, I stopped in at Dori's Tea Cottage. I was too starved to remember to take pictures of my turkey, brie and tomato sandwich on (mumble mumble) bread with Dijon mustard. I had my first ever iced coffee, and it was superb.

I took a bunch of pictures of the town and the quilts, which are hung from buildings, racks, ropes and railings around town and in the park. I had to move fast, since I started so late. I will split this into at least two parts so all the photos won't take as long to load as they might otherwise.

These two little wall hangings were on the tea room wall at Dori's. Very charming.

There was a nice breeze, er, hot wind blowing today.

Winds whipping.

I'm fond of the blue, yellow and white combo.

Nothing cooking on the BBQ.

Little kids playing on the slide.

Taking advantage of the shade.

Pausing here for Part 2, so see you very soon (I intend).