Message for Grace
Twice in one morning, signing on...and they flip the blogs so I have to be really on the ball to get the right board...just a little test for my brilliance, which seems often hidden beneath my batting-packed brain. Someone stopped me on Sat. night at the Hockley resort and said: Mrs. Proudfoot, in a very stern voice...brain farts stepped in, didn't recognize the woman...and said...and I can't place you at the moment...she laughed...it was an acquaintance, the wife of Jock's airplane mechanic and who happened to be all dressed up...I told her I hadn't seen her in 'clothes' before...lol...most of us go around in old clothes and jeans up here in the country. And I was parked in the owner's spot...Grace, I'm off to Stratford first thing Thurs. for the opening of the Breast Cancer Quilt exhibit. One of my designs was accepted to be sponsored by Laz-Y-Boy and the maker, who did an absolutely stunning job of the quilt (a large wallhanging size) wanted me there. So I'm off early, son Michael is here painting our familyroom, if you need to stop in for a pitstop and dog potty break, please do so...if not, I hope we catch you on the way home.
Out to hang out my first wash of the year...it's windy here but sunny, 45F and I feel like Geordie...I could just roll over on my back and rub my 'fur' on the lovely green grass.
Rosey
posted by RoseyP @ 8:40 AM
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