Sunday, January 04, 2009

A New Year

Simply doesn't seem possible that it's 2009 already. It seems like just yesterday that we were worrying about Y2K. How come, when we were kids time just seemed to drag along and now that we are adults, it seems to just fly by? If you have an answer for that, would you let me know.

Meanwhile, here's the long awaited reveal of the secret wall hanging for The Bearded One. He liked it. He decided to hang it on the wall by his side of the bed, right above where her bed used to be. I tried to get creative and quilted in all the little nicknames we used to call her, Tomato Thief, Paper Shredder, Sweet Girl etc. She may be gone, but she will never be forgotten.

I ended 2008 in a proper manner, adding to my stash! Four of us decided to hit the After Christmas sale at our favorite quilt shop, The Quilt Barn. I needed to get a few more pieces for the High School seniors quilts. But I was a bad, bad girl. I also bought a bunch of tone on tone brights for the Heartstrings "Happy Blocks" along with a couple pinks for a certain niece who must have everything pink. Then there were some Christmas fq's and a couple pieces that I just "liked".

I've started cutting out the center squares for the Happy Blocks and will work some more on those today and tomorrow at quilting.

Meanwhile, I thought I'd leave you with this lovely ditty I received in my e-mail the other day. I think it sums up how Seattle and the whole area doesn't deal with snow very well. It's a good thing we don't get it very often, unlike the other side of the state. Poor Spokane has hd 68" so far and more expected today.

"Twas the week before Christmas, and next to the Sound,
Not a creature was stirring, for all were snowbound.
Greyhound busses quit running, no matter the fare,
And the mail men and garbage said they just couldn't get there!
The children were sliding Queen Anne Hill on their sleds.
While roofs were collapsing on old people's heads.
And mamma in her boots and I in my cap,
Were stuck in the snow and ice and such crap.
When at the Home Depot there arose such a clatter,
I trudged from my car to see what was the matter.
A group of sad souls were waving their cash,
They couldn't buy shovels, they'd sold in a flash.
Tires were spinning and just wouldn't go,
And chains lay broken in the dirty old snow.
Then, what to my surprise did my eyes look over and see?
Eight representatives of SDOT,
With a fat politician so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it was Mayor "Salt Nick".
More rapid than gun bans, his excuses they came,
"To save our environment the roads stay the same!
On Broadway ! On Boren! On Yesler and Denny!,
To clear off these roads would cost such a penny!
Sliding down Thomas and onto a wall!
The busses hung over I-5, ready to fall!
Still, he insisted it wasn't his fault,
As the world's greenest mayor he wouldn't use SALT!
That stuff's corrosive, could hurt the fish.
(But the Puget Sound's SALT WATER you ignorant kish!)
So snowy Seattle continued to stew,
But Mayor "Salt Nick" just hadn't a clue.
While I stood there astonished, on nearby TV sets,
I saw the airport was packed, no de-icer for jets.
Since others couldn't get down the roads to the ferry,
The city decided to close Denny and Cherry.

Police cars and firetrucks were highly impaired,
Citizens got no impression that Mayor Salt Nick cared.
A house that caught fire, or a rape in progress,
Was less important than "going green" in Seattle - I guess!

An accident closed the I-90 bridge,
And people couldn't drive down Finney Ridge.
Shovels , and salt had just flown off the shelf,
And I laughed when I heard him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He tried to convey we had nothing to dread;
He spoke many words, but did little work,
Yet Seattle knew they should never have elected this jerk.
Then thumbing his nose at his citizens' plight,
He turned to the crowd and exclaimed "We've done right!",
And then to his limo refusing to yield,
He left to get solar panels installed on Qwest Field.
But I heard him exclaim, as he skidded past me
"Happy Christmas to all, heck, I give myself a 'B' ".

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