Ah, time to relax on the porch

With Porch Pots from Quilt Soup.  I love this quilt so much I bought it already made up from Robin at Harper's in Kansas City (this isn't a picture of mine, my quilt is buried under a stack of quilts on the bed in the guest bedroom).

My husband is finally medically and mentally stable.  Who knew psychosis and delirium could accompany going to the hospital for a life threatening health problem?  He has gotten such good care from such sweet people who had to deal with a very difficult patient. Now he can work on getting better and we can get our lives back together.

I appreciate all of you who have expressed concern and sent good thoughts and prayers our way.

I need to teach Kitten how to do laundry and clean the kitchen, or at least change her own litter box.  It appears she has little to do while I am at the hospital all day.

I need this guy!

I just got a call from Gwinnett Police; my husband called them, from the hospital, to report me missing. Hubby had called me just after midnight, but he called me by his first wife's name and told me they were going to "put him out," since he is crazy. At 10 p.m. he called to say they were mad at him because he got out of bed by himself again and dropped the Foley bag. I am heading over there.

Home for a minute

Registered name:  Georgia's Cherokee Rosebud a.k.a "Rosie"

I am home to let the dogs out and have lunch.  I started cooking and then, as I washed cilantro, forgot I was cooking and nearly started a fire.  Rose, my chubby Maltese, is still limping.  But here is how the day started:  I was enjoying my coffee on the porch with the dogs when the phone rang.  It was 7 a.m. and my husband was calling to say "come get me; I am not at the hospital."  Thank God a nurse intercepted the phone and said yes, he was still at the hospital, but he was up trying to pull out tubes and being combative.  I raced over there.  Turns out the night was anything but easy for the staff trying to take care of him.  The doctor thinks his confusion is due to medication, but they are going to do another test just to be sure they didn't miss something. We still are not clear (pun intended) about his kidney function or whether he needs surgery.

This beautiful picture is one the family is giving me from my Grandparent's estate.  I will treasure it always.

Dealing.

(soft sculpture that sits by Mom's TV)

Some of you know my husband is in the hospital. He will be okay.  He may get to come home Monday.  I have not been sewing, but have been reading instead.  I finished The Girl Who Played With Fire and didn't think I wanted to start anything else that long, so picked up I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron.  That one went so quick I picked up The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and started it this morning.  I will leave you with some pictures:

(basket Mom has that I would like to pinch)

(Cross-stitch I think I did for Mom)

And finally, the corner of my miniature wedding ring quilt (it is about 8 x 10). 

Gotta get back to the hospital.  I did some yard work while I was letting the dogs out, and I got all sweaty, so I when I came in, I took my clothes off.  Once they come off, I am real slow at putting anything back on.  And hubby has called twice.  He says they put a REALLY big tray of food in front of him.  What?  Does that mean he expects spoon feeding again?  Seriously?  Maybe I should drop everything and run up there naked so he doesn't starve to death?  (That was an attempt at humor.)

Later.

You won't believe this one!

Nope, you are right!  This is NOT my Kitten.  It has TWO eyes.  Lucky little thing.  Or maybe not so little (check out the tummy).  This a wonderful story.  Susan from work got a phone call from her husband.  He and one of their daughters had been out jogging when this kitty came out of the woods and started following them, meowing all the way.  They knew the little thing was going to follow them all the way home, so Susan picked them (husband, daughter and mewing kitty) up with the car.

And three and a half hours later they had these:

Can you believe it!  How adorable are these girls holding these little babies! Could there be anymore happiness in their faces?  And it has been really hot in Atlanta, so it is wonderful the Momma Kitty had someone care enough to take her in during her time of need.  Really!  Can you imagine laboring in the woods all by yourself with no water to drink?

Gift for a friend.

Last week I had coffee with an instructor with whom I work.  Gosh, I hope that was a properly constructed sentence, since she teaches English.  Anyway, her mother had passed away and left behind some quilt blocks and fabric scraps. My friend is a non-stitch oriented person, so she passed the items along to me.

As I looked them over again on Sunday, I thought they really needed to be preserved in a manner in which her daughter could enjoy them.  So I put the two finished log cabin blocks on the back, and the 4 little just-started blocks on the back.  Now I know the African fabric, which is also on the front, is from fabric my friend brought back from Africa.  So unknowingly I had put her and her mother together in this bolster pillow. She loves it.  You know, sometimes something just has to be made.  I love when that happens.

Wee Wedding Ring Finished

I took Sally Collins' Framed Wedding Ring class at the Quilt Symposium of Alabama, and I finished mine at 2:00 a.m. this morning.

I just loved making this! 

When I showed my husband the sample on Sally Collins' website, he pronounced mine "not too bad.  No one will notice yours isn't right."  Why do I share with a non-quilter?  Seriously tripped up my happy dance.  Sheesh.

Oh, and because these flowers in my china cabinet are the same colors, I will share them too.  Thank you Diana; I love the white rose!

Who's spending time at YOUR animal shelter?

I discovered some adorable canine creatures at the Gwinnett County Animal Control shelter.

All trying to charm passers-by trying to get noticed and taken to a loving home.

Can you stand it?

I found this little boy roaming the street by my work.  He was obviously lost and trying to find a car that contained his owner. Notice he has a lovely collar on.  No tags though.  None. 

It was very hot out.  He came right to me and put his head in my hands.

I took him for a drive around some of the neighborhoods trying to locate someone who knew anything about where he belonged. No one could tell me anything about him.

So he and I went to McDonald's for cheeseburgers and cool water.

And then I took him to the pound.

I had to. My asthma kicked in.  Plus my husband said "no!" Plus we already have too many pets.

He (I call him "True") is very sweet and calm.  I hate what I did to him.  But when I saw him at the pound yesterday, I realized that he has food and water (though he is not eating), a clean, cool cage (as opposed to 100 degree heat and asphalt) and is safe from getting hit by a car. I just hope his owner looks for him there (and didn't dump him), or that someone kind will take him home.  He will love them forever.  You can see in his eyes he is true.

"True" is in pen 169.

Puzzled

Where the heck did my blog title go?  Am I the only one who cannot see it?

Kitten helped me sew log cabin blocks for a Guild quilt today.

She decided to go snooping around in a bag I had set way up high on a shelf so no one would bother it.

It didn't work out too well for her, and she had to be rescued.

Then she decided to check out another new purchase.

This was more fun.

Really deep holes.

She's sure there is something in there.

Why do people spend money on cat toys?

I got all 10 blocks ready.  Now I am in that "what next," but not really ready for whatever it is, type of mood. 

Ya know what I mean?  A nap maybe?

Wait a minute.  Could she have played with the computer and erased my title?

(Postscript:  I figured out what was wrong.  Still not sure why it happen though.)

I am a regular American.

Yes, I am.  I love holidays as much as any other American.  I celebrate American independence from Britain, yet I cannot forget we have American military in war zones.  When you enjoy the fireworks this weekend keep them in mind.  Do you think they want anything to do with explosions? 

This is a WWII era 2 1/2 ton truck which was parked outside the dining hall on the St. Bernard Abbey campus.  The juxtaposition of military machine and peaceful brotherhood made me think.  I was awed by the strength and size of the truck.  It was very intimidating.  But I was similarly awed by the serene peacefulness of the campus, 

and cemetery.