I’m in a club at the Crackhouse working on a very involved quilt. Before July’s workshop, I made 52 arcs. One woman showed up at[…]
Last week, I called 911 on Monday evening. This week, I called Poison Control. Just after Jerry came home, Alice decided to decorate the living[…]
Yesterday, as I was driving home from my Weight Watchers meeting (where I learned that I gained six-tenths of a pound this week — but[…]
When my beloved sewing machine went in for its annual dusting and cleaning, Mary-the-Crackhouse-Owner noted that I have worn the feed dogs smooth — these[…]
