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June 30, 2008

Quilt Stuff

Jo and I went on a little shopping spree market research trip over the week-end to the Wasatch Front Shop Hop, a tour of 15 quilt shops in Utah from Logan to Springville. We really did critique the shops as best we could. A couple of them seemed to be mired in the past; one was even using scissors instead of a rotary cutter on the fabric and a calculator to add up purchases! Our favorite shops were ones in which the staff was friendly, the fabric was current, and the display quilts were inspiring.   Each shop had games, prizes and treats carrying out the theme of the event, which was “Once Upon A Time,” with each shop assigned a certain classic child’s fairytale.

I did pick up just a few items.

No, this is not what we were driving, but we did see it as we were passing the Great Salt Lake on our way to Tooele. The license plate identified it as a ’34 Ford.

Fairytales and antiques naturally remind me of two old baby quilts I have.

I got this baby bear quilt for a pittance once in an antique store here in town. The bears are done up in flannel for texture, and it’s all hand appliqued and quilted. I’d say it’s circa 1940.

Awe, the “Sheldon” quilt, with the charming quintessentially 30’s fabric.

I guess baby Sheldon would be about 75 years old now. Too bad for him, I have his quilt.

I adore the redwork in this quilt.

I think each of these quilts is worth less than $200, so not a whole lot of monetary value in them.  I feel sentimental about them anyway, even though I didn’t know either baby and I didn’t make either quilt.  Lots of work and craftsmanship went into each one, and I honor that.


April 15, 2008

The Electronic Brain Machine

Filed under: books,my world — Kathy @ 4:19 pm
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My recovery hasn’t been as smooth as I would have liked due to what the doctor calls “residual pain” in my right arm. I like to call it “THAT @#*&)#! PAIN IN MY ARM” but really and truly I gave up all swearing a few days before Andy came home and I’m not sure if writing it out in silly symbols violates my goal. But I digress. Yesterday I visited with the good Doctor Berry who put me on a few new meds to see if the “nerve root,” will calm down, even though the surgery has already given the thing plenty of room to function normally. I liken this to a crying child who wants an ice cream cone and gets so worked up that when you hand her the desired treat she can’t stop crying. That’s my nerve root. Just throwing a tantrum. I should send it to bed without supper.

One thing that has made life more tolerable during recovery is my trusty macbook which provides the wonderful diversion of the interwebosphere. And also books. Always books. When I came across this explanation of what a computer is, published in 1963 in a set of children’s books which my sisters and I used to love when we were wee ones ourselves, I got a big kick out of it. So here is a little crazy nostalgia, including the first part of the article, which was written by an anonymous guy who liked to use italics and quote marks a lot and who was clearly afraid computers would someday take over the world.

The Electronic Brain Machine

“One of the strangest things we hear about in science these days (and probably for many days to come) is the electric brain. Electric brains are also called electronic computers. They are electronic. They use electronic tubes just as your radio or television does. They are computers too. A computer is something that can figure out a problem in arithmetic.

Now we know what electric brains are. What they aren’t is very surprising. To begin with, they are not ‘brains.’ They can’t ‘think.’ They are, really, giant adding machines. They do all their work by simple arithmetic. But they do it at such amazing speed that they can solve many of our toughest scientific problems in just a few minutes or sometimes seconds.


In telling the story of these ‘brains’ that aren’t really brains, we will also be telling the wonderful story of why it is that your brain–even if you are still in school–is really a better brain than the very biggest of the machines that we have come to call electric brains.

In the very first place, an electric brain has only two thoughts in all the thousands of miles of wire and thousands of tubes that may go to make up its ‘head.’ Many people, when they hear that, don’t believe it. They say that such remarkable machines must have more than two simple thoughts. But the fact is that they haven’t. The only two thoughts that an electric brain has are ‘Off’ and ‘On.’ In other words, either there is or there isn’t electricity flowing through one of its tubes or wires. In its basic form an electric brain is nothing more than thousands of switches that go either ‘On’ or ‘Off.’ “

So kudos to The Bookshelf for Boys and Girls. Indeed, the prediction was right that we would be hearing about computers “for many days to come.” I’m just glad somewhere along the line we dropped the name “electronic brain machine.” And that they got sized down just a tiny bit. And that they actually do more than arithmetic problems. Like provide great diversions for me during nerve tantrums.

April 1, 2008


Filed under: my world — Kathy @ 10:40 pm

I’m back!  And I’m fine.  I came home Friday right on time, and can honestly say I’m doing fine.  I’ll be even finer tomorrow, and in a few weeks finally I’ll be finest.   I get to rest a lot, watching movies, reading, sleeping, surfing, and just veging.  I don’t have any trouble doing most things.  I’ve been out to visit people and go shopping and eat out already.  I’m sleeping well at night.  I wear the puffy collar around my neck.  I think it’s purpose is to tell people not to tackle me.  Fine.  And I’m fine when, as March decided to play like a lion on it’s last day, I’m not the one doing this.

Thanks to all of you who visited, called and commented.  You cheered me up immensely.  I doubt the kind folks who brought in food read this blog, but just for the record, thanks to them too.  We all enjoyed the meals.  My next door neighbors who used to have a rooster even brought me chicken soup . . . do ya think . . .?  At any rate, it was good soup!

A teeny tiny apology here.  I apologize if I’m grouchy.  A teeny bit, because, after all, I’m not myself.  I don’t want to be grouchy, but sometimes the me who’s not myself thinks it’s necessary.  I apologize.  And that part may or may not be an April Fools Day joke.

March 26, 2008

The Price of Quiet: a little embarrassement

Filed under: friends,my world — Kathy @ 5:16 pm

The policeman tried. When my daughter called to complain, he even conducted a rooster stake-out, parked on the street a few houses north of me with his windows down.

But the rooster continued to crow, outwitting not one but two officers.

A few days later, seeing my next door neighbor holding his baby at church, I struck up a conversation.

me: That’s a pretty cute baby, and what a big boy he is, Eldon. What’s his name?

Eldon: This is Junior, yes, he is a chubby baby. How are you?

me: I’m OK. But I’ve been under the weather a little the last few weeks.

Eldon: Oh, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry your not feeling well.

me: (having the bright idea that I could get Eldon’s help in finding that rooster) Have you heard the rooster in the neighborhood crowing?

Eldon: Yes…

me: well, because I haven’t been feeling well, I rest on my bed quite a bit and listen to that rooster. I know it’s illegal to have a rooster in town. I called the police, but they couldn’t find it. My daughter called again, and they still couldn’t find it. Maybe you could call the police as well. The more complaints they get . . .maybe they’ll find it. But I don’t know who’s rooster it is.

Eldon: (somewhat sheepishly) It’s MY rooster!

Do I have to tell you how embarrassed I was? I wanted to sink into the floor. I really thought the rooster was farther away than next door. Eldon is a great guy. He didn’t know roosters were against the zoning laws here. He didn’t know his was bothering me. He assured me it would be gone in one more day. Then he called me at home later that afternoon to tell me I wouldn’t be hearing the rooster anymore. Oh? It’s under a bucket, he said. And tomorrow it will be in our freezer, he said. (And he was glad he wouldn’t have to go to jail.)

And he was right. I never heard that rooster crow again.

I like Eldon. I hope Eldon still likes me!

March 17, 2008

Puffy Eye, Wonky Arm, and Sunday Spying

Filed under: my world — Kathy @ 12:46 am
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My life has gotten strange. Today, I looked like a freak as I taught my Sunday School class because my left eye, which looked normal when I put make-up on it this morning, was swelling up for no apparent reason. And to make matters even worse, a member of the bishopric decided to sit in on my class today. Huh? I need supervision? And this is the day I have to look extra weird?

Puff the Magic Eye

A few days ago, my right arm developed a pain. I’m talking a bad, moan and grimace kind of pain. A sufficiently specialized doctor thinks it’s nerve pain and I probably need cervical spine surgery. That means in my neck. What?! And you’re not kidding? Not at all? I don’t really want more spine surgery. Been-there-done-that and it’s not exactly my choice of a pleasant afternoon pastime. But I may not have much of a choice. You can feel sorry for me for a minute here.
Now a narcotic pain killer keeps me drugged up to the point of, um, . . . I forget. You can stop feeling sorry for me here.

March 2, 2008


Filed under: my world — Kathy @ 11:14 pm
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There are some good reasons I’m not building my house out in the wilds of Idaho. One of which is roosters. Yes, you heard me, roosters. I’m kind of a night mama. I sometime, well, OK, often, well, OK, every single night, like to stay up late. The last thing I want is some cock-a-doodle-doer waking me up at the crack of dawn. I think there is some city ordinance forbidding residents of this village to keep poultry, because when we bought our lot, it, being on the edge of town and covering a few acres, came with some animal rights. The real estate agent told us we could have two large animals, like cows or horses. But absolutely no poultry. Which was an ordinance I could agree with.

Now, I’m not living out on that lot yet. I’m right in the middle of town, the “inner village.” The last few weeks, I have heard a rooster outside my bedroom window. A ROOSTER! Not a cute little bunny, not a sweet woolly lamb, not even a yipping fluffy puppy. A rooster. Not only does this criminal crow at the crack of dawn, he does his thing at 1 am and 2:30 am and 4 am and you-name-it am and also every-other-hour pm.

So what to do? The police? A friendly neighborly visit? An anonymous letter?

I don’t know who is keeping this bird. It’s not my immediate neighbors, Heather and Eldon and their four cute little kids. I like kids. I can tell the difference between kids crowing and ROOSTERS crowing. Kids are allowed in the village, criminal roosters are not. At least that’s what I hope.

I might have to go on a little detective mission with my camera, you know, find the criminal and give the police the bird, as in something to go on.

Maybe it would be quieter out in the wilds.

January 17, 2008

Guild Rat

Filed under: books,friends,my world,quilt guilds — Kathy @ 11:11 pm
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I belong to two different quilt guilds in my area. They are different in format and have different members and I enjoy them both a ton. I had to miss the first one this month because I woke up with a migraine on that day, and that’s the only thing that can keep me from going is if I’m so ill I can’t move. Today was the other guild’s meeting. Every month in this guild someone gets up and tells about themselves using a gift basket they have put together with things that represent themselves. Last month Annette Rose, who works at Stylish Fabrics-Bernina in Logan, Utah put together the greatest basket full of fun things, which she graciously gave to me. Check out this pillow that Annette made, with the crocheted decoration on the pocket. Amazing!

Reminder pocket pillow
The pockets hold reminders, of course, and the cutest notepad in the shape of a dress.

So this month it was my turn to assemble some stuff. This is what I put in the basket, and what it represents about me:

Spotlight basket
  • The children’s book, Mama, Do You Love Me–I was born in Alaska and I love children’s books
  • A magnet about sisters–I have 6 sisters and no brothers
  • A green vintage wall pocket, so cute!–I’ve had a bit of an obsession with the color green on and off throughout my life. I must have been an annoying child when I insisted on using the green bath towell and the green dinner plate!
  • Four fat quarters, two pink and two blue–I have two daughters and two sons
  • A book, “What Dogs Teach Us” –I love dogs and currently have a golden retriever
  • A cat book marker–I also have a cat
  • A package of bookplates–I love to read and love books
  • A little vintage framed embroidery piece–I love antiques, especially quilts and needlework
  • Some perfume and lotion samples–I always wear perfume
  • A CD, All the Roadrunning by Mark Knoepfler and Emmy Lou Harris–I love music and this is a current favorite
  • A package of quilt tape for marking rulers–I love everything about quilting and am a notions junkie
  • A home magazine–my life right now is building my home
  • A car air freshener in the fragrance of “sun and sand”–I lived in Southern California for 20 years
  • A small can of Almond Roca–I could eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner
  • Two small bottles of juice, Martinelli’s sparkling cider and cranberry–two of my favorite drinks
  • A quilt book–I bought this book for myself and then a few months later I bought this book for myself again. I’m absent minded!
  • A book on the history of the Utah Quilt Guild–I’m an area rep for this organization
  • Two movie passes–I love to go to movies and love to watch my Netflix movies too
  • An Apple sticker and the url of this blog–I’m crazy about my new Macbook and this here is my blog

Here are the nice ladies in the guild. I enjoy them so much!

December 30, 2007

Joyful and Triumphant

Filed under: blessings,Christmas,my world — Kathy @ 8:13 pm

Since I’ve last posted, I’ve done a few fun things, like go to Las Vegas, stay in a fun hotel and go to a bowl game where our team won by a point.

The Bellagio Hotel, Las Vegas
The Bellagio

BYU vs. UCLA, Dec. 2007
The 2007 Las Vegas Bowl

We made it home in time to try something we’ve never done before, and which the recipients may not want us to do again:

Caroling on Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve caroling with an accordion player.

The best telephone call of the year also came on Christmas Eve from halfway around the world from Andy in Korea.

Andy in Korea

Andy is on the left.

The next morning was just good old Christmas fun, and I was richly blessed by those who love me. Thanks to Scott, Mom and Dad, Connie, Jo, Matt and Rosie for the love and goodness. I certainly don’t deserve it.

December 6, 2007

Gotta Love It

Filed under: my world — Kathy @ 2:41 am
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My old life was in south county of Orange County, California. My new life is here in this small town. Some things I’ll probably never get used to:

  • Old life: people park on the street or in their driveways. New life: people park on their lawns. Next to the old refrigerator.
  • Old life: discretion rules. New life: People gossip about you and you hear about it.
  • Old life: weather is a topic of small talk. New life: praying for rain is a common occurrence in church.
  • Old life: pop is culture. New life: pop is soda.
  • Old life: you make average money. New life: you make the same money but now you are considered rich.
  • Old life: you never personally know anyone you vote for in a public election. New life: the mayor is best friends with your husband.
  • Old life: you need some party clothes, particularly during the holidays. New life: just wear your jeans.
  • Old life: you are anonymous at the market. New life: you can’t go to the grocery store without having several conversations with people you know.
  • Old life: you never ever see a real cowboy. New life: one of those grocery store conversations might be with a real cowboy.

    Seen in the grocery store parking lot
    Seen in the parking lot of the local market.

    So life here is always interesting, and that’s what I love about it. I try
    to appreciate what’s good about small town life. It’s the only way to survive here.

November 28, 2007

A Dusting

Filed under: my world,Uncategorized — Kathy @ 11:42 am

From my front porch

I wish my real village was as picturesque as the cute Christmas mini villages. In actuality my street is a far cry from scenic. Yesterday when it started to snow, I snapped a picture from my front porch. Afterwards I realized it looks like I live in the middle of an industrial zone. I don’t, really, just a hospital, a clinic, a dentist, a bank and a funeral home are on my block.  Which makes it really convenient if I ever get hurt, get sick, get a cavity, get some money, or get dead.



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