What’s for dinner?
Cynthia has been working steady the last 6 months or so on her latest quilt entitled “What’s for dinner?” She first envisioned the idea over a year ago and began to collect various fabric swatches with prints featuring edible items.She completed it today
In the above picture Cynthia is standing on a small step stool so the quilt doesn’t touch the ground.
The individual blocks are pretty neat. There’s picnic ants on a raiding party, all manner of deserts along with fruits, vegetables and even my favorite, sushi! There’s even one small swatch of some laughing mice which amuses Cynthia
to no end…
You can click on any of the blocks in the table below to see a larger, more detailed view.
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The reason this quilt took so long to complete is that all of the quilting (including the stipple quilting) was done completely by hand.
It was intended to be hung in the kitchen but now that it’s complete and we’ve had a chance to think about it we plan to hang it in the breakfast room.
Cynthia was glad to finally complete this and as exhausting and tedious as it was toward the end, she’s already started work on the next quilt…
Dooley News
We have been working on teaching Dooley to say
“Dooley’s a bad bird, Dooley’s in biiiiiiiiiiiig trouble”
The emphasis has been on the word “big” which
we pronounce “beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeg”
Dooley has mastered the first part. Previously he’s been able
to say his name and “I’m a bad bad birdy” so it’s come
pretty easy. Also, he’s nailed “beeeeeeeeeeeg” and loves
that word.
The part he’s struggling with is the word “trouble”
When this happens he uses other words he already knows in
an effort to figure out how to say the new word.
This has resulted in the following:
“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeg Cynthia!”
“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeg Zippers!”
“Tickle the beeeeeeeeeeeeeeg bad birdy!”
“I’m a beeeeeeeeeeeeeg bird”
“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeg …. BUB!”
“Jingle bad beeeeeeeeeeeeeeg!”
Al lthis and endless repetitions of
“Beeeeeeg! Beeeeeeg! Beeeeeeg! Beeeeeeg!”
He’ll get there. I just heard something that sounded like
the word “trouble” … it’s just a matter of time.
In other Dooley news there’s been a development
that’s not so pleasant.
Dooley is prone to a repetitive hooting when we leave the room
where his cage resides. It can sometimes get very insistent and
is quickly very irritating. The only remedy is to either go back in
the room or cover his cage.
Over the last few mornings there has been a hooting sound that
is just like Dooley’s but comes from the tree in the front yard. It
seems that there’s a mockingbird who loves that sound and has
been hooting on several mornings over the past few weeks.
The problem is that nothing shuts up the bird in the front yard.
Fortunately he’s only been going off in the morning as we are
headed to work.
Andre Williams
Featuring some very talented musicians as his backup band, mostly from right here in Houston.
Jim Henkel
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David Beebe
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The Dazzling Pete Gray
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Skipper and Allen Hill
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Eric Hughes
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Geoffrey Muller
Geoffrey Muller of the Sideshow Tramps performing with The Umbrella Man.
I can see my house!
Microsoft Virtual Earth has a nifty option that let’s you see a “bird’s eye view” of a location on the map.
This is my house.
Christian Arnheiter
a.k.a. Christian Anarchy of The Hates
New Set Of Wheels
My 1997 Honda CR-V was acting up again. Not surprising given the age and the 187,000 miles I’ve racked up in the 10 years I’ve owned her.
After the repair shop told me what it would cost to fix her this time I had a tough decision to make. Repair the car or spring for a new one…
Affectionately known as “Jezebel” (the name Cynthia gave the CR=V after being shocked by an electrostatic discharge on more than one occasion), my old car has served me well. Endless times hauling band and camping gear, repeated trips to and from Temple, TX dealing with my mother’s illness, eventual passing and the liquidation and dispersal of her estate. Daily driver to work as well as all recreational locations such as Galveston, Corpus Christi, Austin, San Antonio and all points in between.
As reluctant as I was to admit it, it was time for a new car. I needed something reliable and also fun to drive. I knew it would be a Honda and as luck would have it it’s year end model close-out time at your local Honda dealer.
After work I headed over to the dealership and I was able to get a very competitive price on a 2007 Accord Coupe EX-L V-6.
Black on black, his name is Jack.
Again, Cynthia has named the car…she names ALL the cars.
Jack was so named as a result of a misunderstanding regarding the price paid for the car.
After spending most of the evening at the dealership I drove the new car home. Based on our conversations earlier I thought she would be somewhat enthusiastic when I arrived with the new vehicle.
I could tell right away that Cynthia was apprehensive and I finally sorted out that she thought I paid way more than I did. Once that was cleared up she seemed to have a much better response at which point I said that her reaction had made feel as if I had come home with a handful of magic beans. It was then that she pronounced that the car should be called “Jack” and I immediately agreed.