Oh my, It has been a long time since I last posted. Sorry. Things just sometimes get too crazy to feel like I have time to sit and write. It has been an eventful week or two, or three. Bob and I took a trip to Alabama. Bob went with me to a long time wish of mine, to attend a Martha Pullen school in Huntsville, Alabama. I took classes from three teachers, all were excellent, and very different. My longest class was a four day class on making a jacket and skirt. It was so much fun. We spent our first day pintucking yards of silk, with no rules, just wiggles and squiggles, rivers and mountains. It was very liberating to pin tuck with such abandon. While I was sewing away, Bob was trying to figure out how to spend hours and hours with basically nothing to do, in a strange town he knew nothing about. Fortunaly we had a big screen TV in our room. But if his days were boring, well? The first nhight we spent there at 3:00 in the morning our alarm went off. Wll, I thought our alarm went off and I hit the snooze button, but the alarm just went off again, this time with voices telling us to hurry directly to the 1st floor ballroom immediately. Oops TORNADO WARNING! People rushed in in their terry robes and their sweats and filled the floor along the walls. Finally three ladies arrived in their lovely lace and pintucked gowns...of course they had just finished finishing their class project and had an excellant chance to show off their heirloom project NightGowns. We sat around for about an hour when we got th OK to go back to our rooms where we watched for an hour or more while dangerous storms fluttered around the area. That was the night that a record was set the most tornados hitting in one night. Something like 90 storms hit over a 5-6 state area. The next night, just at bed time, we had a fire alarm. A few minutes later, we were told that it was a false alarm. We were a little nervous about getting ready for bed the next night. But all went well for the rest of the trip, except for the plane that we were supposed to fly home on was hit by lightening on its way to Nashville, where we were meeting it. Thank goodness they had another nice healthy plane there to bring us home.Ah yes HOME! We were so happy to hit the dry Arizona dirt. What dry dirt? Oh, it hasn't been dry for a month? Yes, that is what global warming does to the dessert, rains on it . Yea rain! OK It is late and I am itching to win a political argument, cuz my side has not been faring very well. I just say that if we, Republicans are getting John McCain for Presidential candidate, we better have a VP like Mz Rice to add a little balance. No more of this. Sorry.
We were really excited to be home. Just not so much to learn that we were moved to a different ward. I will not pass judgement until tomorrow, just hate saying goodbye to so many dear friends, especially with no opportunity to say Good Bye. But to our dear new friends in 2nd ward I feel it only fair to pass along this old Scottish saying "The Bogle's will get you, if you don't watch out" Sorry, but the thought of so many of our family descending on one ward all at once kind of scares me, and I am quite comfortable with our particular brand of insanity. I just hope that the good folks of Pleasant 2nd Ward will not be too overwhelmed by us. We truly mean well.I do love being home, and baking Valentine cookies for thr grandkids, and holding ou new little Catcher again, It had been a long time. But good night now. Nice to visit with you again.
