Sunday, January 27, 2013
I am so excited. A friend from work started a quilting group so I decided to get out and do something with the girls. We are starting a log cabin pattern using a "jelly roll" of fabric. Mine is inspired by Paris.
I love Paris so I am excited to see how this quilt turns out. We only cut out the pieces this week so I will have to work on sewing the blocks next time. My favorite part of the day was seeing all the other girls fabric and spending time talking with them. I'm so glad I decided to go to the group.
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Monday was Martin Luther King day. That meant that both Robyn and I had an opportunity to not go to work on the same day.
Unfortunately, Robyn was not feeling particularly stellar. The air quality had been continually dropping. It had gotten bad enough that Robyn had been having an allergic reaction to it. Her nose had been stuffed up, and her throat hurt, along with other unpleasant symptoms. (Although she did gain the ability to sing bass, which is pretty cool.)
Like Dr. King, I had a dream. My dream was to breathe some non-nasty air. (My standards aren't too high, non-nasty is all I ask.) I knew if we climbed high enough, we could find fresh air. We hopped in the car, and started driving up Little Cottonwood Canyon. I didn't really have a destination in mind, other than up.
As we drove up, it was like a miracle, Robyn's nose started clearing up, my eyes were less itchy, we both had bigger smiles on our faces.
We got up there and took a look back at the valley.
It was amazing up there. It was warmer, the air was fresher, the sky was blue. (It had been so long since I'd seen blue sky, I didn't really remember how blue it gets.)
Look at that happy face
Eventually we had to return to civilization. That was the worst part. Since we were no longer used to the smell of the nasty air, we immediately noticed how much it stinks. I blame all you stinky people.
Robyn's nose and ears plugged right up and she returned to a state of sadness.
But don't worry. We found something to bring us gladness. We stopped at the Cheesecake Factory on the way home. If we asphyxiate, at least we'll die with cheesecake in our bellies. (Can you think of a better way to die?)
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