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Suddenly out of the bushes, about a football field down the path, out jumps LIZZIE! I stopped and said, “do you see that?” John, wished he had said no, but we were stunned! A BLACK AND WHITE JUMPIE STINKIE DOG GHOST!

Seconds after the incredible vision, the owners followed out from behind from the bushes. When we finally met up them I was crying all over again. I explained the story, and the wife looked at her husband and exclaimed with glee, “hey, you can get rid of that dog today!” HA HA was his response.

Finally, as we were driving home, the song Bad Day by Daniel Powter came on the radio. See, Lizzie really was my ever faithful companion taking care of us even after the end!

In the mean time, I have a new assistant. She secured the job the day after we lost Lizzie. She found us! She is of a different persuasion, and has settled quite nicely into our life style. I named her Sparrow (for Captain Jack Sparrow) and after 30 years of no animals in bed policy John lets her sleep with us every night. The three of us spoon under the covers keeping snuggly warm.
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Dad made Sparrow new digs for Christmas. Check out the eye makeup - just like Captain Jack!

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on the way to the quilt show. In 1993 my dad was visiting me in St. Louis and we decided to take a day bus tour to the AQS show in Paducah, KY - three hours away. We were to meet the bus and leave at 6am. I set an alarm, but, well. ahm…. I got the am and pm mixed up. I woke up at 5:45, bolted out of bed, ran to dad’s room - woke him up - said - WE GOTTA LEAVE NOW! - With no shower, no shave, we pulled clothes on, and drove like a bat out of hell to meet the bus - 15 minutes away. We were going to be late - 10 minutes as least.

About a half mile from the meeting spot a bus was coming towards us. I’m thinking , “It must be OUR bus.” So we flagged it down and sure enough - it was. They had waited about 5 minutes and then took off. I think they were still looking for us when we came upon them because they pulled into a parking lot and picked us up. Finally we were able to relax - we were on the bus. As things began to calm down I looked at dad - he looked at me. I shook my head in disbelief. He looked at me and said, “I forgot my teeth!”
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At dad’s 80th birthday party.

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…with the sound of music and more snow (seven more inches). Tonight there was a ‘house concert’ at our neighbors. They invited Accoustic Eidolon -a husband/wife duo - he plays double neck guitar (with 14 strings!) and she is a cellist. They have been selling out 3000 seat auditoriums and we had the pleasure of hearing them in an intimate setting not more than a 100 yard walk in the fresh snow. It takes a lot to impress me, but I was blown away - so much so that I just HAD to tell you. Outsanding, beautiful, fun, and skillful. There is nothing like them. I just went to their site (http://www.acousticeidolon.com) they have music clips. Just refresh their main page to get another music/video clip. I bough all six CDs!

That’s La Veta - my slice of heaven. Who would think a tiny town of 900 would have so much to offer. We’re just a remote little mountain town, but I think the reason why I love it so much is that I feel like I am a part of something wonderful. We’re a REAL community and people get to know each other. Maybe that’s why I love quilters so much. They are the best group of people on the planet and you can get to know them so easily. I hope our World Quilt Community will feel the same way.
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Accoustic Eidolon - just wow!

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As you can imagine, the past week has been super duper fun, busy and exciting. The part that has been really overwhelming is the intricate computer stuff (understanding the ins and outs of what it takes to run a site like this - words I have never heard before)! As you can imagine, Ricky is a genius regarding these things and I am trying really hard to get in line. I will never be a Ricky Tims when it comes to these matters, but at least I don’t want to embarrass myself. So, that said, in the midst of Ricky’s involvement with getting the site ready for us, I would call him and say, “now how do you do this on Power Point?” With little or no sleep, he would gently guide me through the process, ALWAYS the total gentleman. It has been crazy, but in the very best way!

Speaking of having help, every once and a while I get an email with a query usually ends with, “Could you have someone on your STAFF look into it, pretty please?” My staff? Hmm, okay! So I would glance at my feet and ask my trusty, faithful companion, Lizzie, if SHE could handle it for me. Yes, Lizzie was our black and white, jumpy stinky dog. I rescued her from a really, really bad home -basically it was a drug dealer’s haven with dozens of dogs to spare. The local vet (who lived down the stree from the ‘action’) told me about the puppies. Thirteen years ago, in the back seat of my white ford Taurus, Lizzie came to Livermore and joined our family. Never having a dog before, little did I know what we were in for - she stole our hearts!

Sadly the day came when we had to say good-bye to her. I don’t do things like this gracefully. I cried so hard my head got stuffed up tight like trying on jeans that are two sizes too small. Getting past the horror of that day, we decided to head for the hills that afternoon. On a back country road I almost threw up in John’s new car (but I didn’t). It was really, really BAD.

The next day John wanted to go for a walk, to the secret place we always took her. As we wandered into Lizzie’s favorite wilderness, John said he wanted to go to Lizzie’s favorite water hole. “No way, No way!”, I said, and we started bickering like an old married couple. Suddenly, from out of the bushes (and I mean Nowhereland), about a football field’s distance down the path - out jumps Lizzie! (to be continued)
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Picture of Lizzie

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In developing this site, we knew that some of you would feel left out because you only have a dial up connection. Please don’t let that cause you one moment of grief. You can still join our community and participate in the chats, forum and blog. When the first season comes to an end, the episodes will be available on DVD. We want EVERY quilter in the WORLD to be a part of our community! Please tell your quiltling freinds and help us get the word out, it’s power to the people (now that ages us, doesn’t it)!

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Visit Superior Threads!

If you plan to attend the Road to California quilt show in Ontario, California, Bob the Thread Guy will teach a seminar on Saturday, Jan. 20 at 2:00 p.m.

Thread Facts and Fiction
All Fact. No Opinion. Whether this is the first time you’ve attended Bob’s seminar or you are returning for a refresher course, this is the absolute best and easy-to-understand information-packed seminar you’ll ever attend.

The seminar cost is only $5. You can get more detials and register in advance at the Road to CA website: http://www.road2ca.com

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Yesterday we crossed a milestone! World Quilt Community member,”Flame” from Kent, Canterbury, UK, was our 2000th member! Congratulations “Flame”, you have won a free Gold Star Charter Membership!

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I’ve always been one to become obsessed over things. I’ve grown house plants, played D&D for hours on end (a long time ago), bred and showed cocker spaniels, painted, and… well, the list goes on! When I started quiltling back in 1991, I guessed it would just be another phase, something fun to do for a while. Little did I know that it would become a career. It still amazes me.

The creative journey is amazing. When the creative muse hits, you can become consumed - driven beyond reality. I love those moments. Those journeys are unstoppable. It is like being on a river raft racing through the rapids and nothing you can do will change your course. When the river is quiltmaking, the quilt is finished, and the river is running smooth again - you can look at the work and go, “Wow, where did THAT come from”. Then you crash. But it’s a good crash. Anyone ever experienced that ride?
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A quilt block made real - Moon over the Mountain, yesterday morning from the kitchen window.

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Speaking of John, a little history about us. We met at Chico State (that is where I started college) We met at a dorm 50’s party and he looked pretty scary. He kept following me around all night, frankly it was disturbing. He was dressed like a tough guy and being in sound mind I kept trying to ditch him. The next day, my roommate Debbie pointed him out as the guy who was stalking me and I thought, “he’s hot!” So then it was my job to have him remember me (get the picture?) and further more get a date. The rest is history. We have been married over 30 years and have managed to stay flexible with the ebb and flow of life together. Sometimes we start bickering like long time married people, and I wonder what’s up with that?! Then I remember we are old married people! No kidding, though, he has been an incredible cheer leader for me. With out his support my dreams could never have been realized in the way they have.
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Speaking of the good old days!

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Everyone always asks about Mom and Dad. If you ever met them you would understand why. They are both in their 80’s and running strong. In fact, they just got back from a road trip celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary. They weren’t sure how long they would be gone, but they took off up the Northern Ca. coast and came back when they ran out of money. I guess some things never change. Mom didn’t want a party, so next week we are going to take them on a mystery date. Can’t tell them and won’t tell you until it is over. It was John’s idea and it is pretty cool.

Mom was never sewer, but she is very creative in her life style. The house they live in is just darling (a Victorian cottage) and it is always fixed up perfectly. Her art is her lifestyle.

You have seen Dad on SQ and he is a very handy and creative person also. In fact he rebuilt the house they live in while they resided in it. That project took seven years and their marriage stood the test!

Mom and Dad live about a mile from us and it is great having them so close at hand. They pop in every now and again, and sometimes come over just to hang. When I am on the road, John has a nice place to eat supper if he gets tired of being alone. I guess you never end baby sitting your kids, right? Tomorrow, my better half.
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My three biggest cheerleaders enjoying a moment in Dubrovnik