Hello Again!

Ok folks, I am finally back on my blog after a year of other things happening in my life.  Most everyone reading this knows that we have relocated back to Cheyenne and that there were some difficult days all year long.  Early in the year we decided that we would have to move closer to Drs. etc.  Selling a home, looking to relocate closer to our children (that didn't happen), having another hip replacement for the Mr., living in a camper in an RV park while boarding 2 dogs and a cat for a month, looking for and buying a home here all took the better part of 6 months.  Then we needed o furnish a home, after deciding not to pay thousands to move everything and we had a dog develop bladder stones which cost us over $1500.00, two surgeries and special food now.  But we dog lovers do love 'em don't we!  Old dogs should have medicare!

So the Mr. has his new pool table and is playing again in leagues, and I have my sewing room pretty much up and running and we have a very valuable dog (at least investment wise).  All is good!

The sewing room brings me back to this blog and this post.  I have again connected with some of my quilting friends here and the Dresdan plate block is my first contribution to a round robin which will be sent to the next quilter in the group.  She will make another block and it continues to be passed month by month until all have had the blocks and returned to me.  It will be exciting to see all of the plate blocks when finished.  By the way, there are 3 groups in the guild from 6-9 or so in each group.

So Valentines Day is tomorrow and yesterday was our 53rd anniversary.  Can't say Wedding Anniversary 'cause we didn't have a wedding.  We were married, but by a Justice with parents and siblings in attendance. It was during the Vietnam War and the draft was notifying all young men that they were being called into service if they weren't exempt. It was a time in our history, somewhat like today, where the nation to most observers, seemed divided.  The Mr., 3 of his brothers, my sister's husband and most of the young men at that time, were called to serve, and like their fathers, they did.
But the welcome home was different.  Only now, after many are gone, are they receiving the gratitude for putting their lives on the line for their country.  I try to remember that united we stand and divided we fall, but it seems we are divided now more than I can recall, even during that war decades ago.  

I will begin my blogging on a lighter note now that I have had my "rant", so keep checking in on me!