All my months of planning came to a halt on Friday evening. I missed one little detail regarding my passport. My fate is now in God’s hands and the passport people. All those months of planning, my bags are packed waiting for a few last-minute items and it all may be for nothing. I am praying, and all my quilting and church ladies are praying that all will be well. I feel rather silly and angry at the same time. As much as I travel, I should have been aware of the passport issues in Europe. All I can say is “God, be with me, please.”
There’s not much news in town right now. Please put the city-wide clean up on your calendars. I will be back from Greece by then and I plan to attend the clean-up. Hopefully, I will also have the STAAR scores for the classes I taught. It will be interesting to see what will replace the STAAR testing. I hate this particular test, but the state must have some form of testing to see if students are progressing and learning. No school year should hinge upon a single test written to cover large geographic areas and learning styles. It’s a difficult and daunting task.
My garden is flourishing thanks to the three plus inches of rain we had last week. I hope Russ harvests the tomatoes that are about to turn red. I made BLT’s Saturday, and the flavor or a fresh tomato cannot be beat. My peaches didn’t get enough rain during their growing time, so they may not grow peaches big enough to eat. I’ll see when I get back.
I’ve been working on the binding of the quilt Kathy Davie finished for me. I have sewn on the binding for the past three nights. It’s a shame that quilting is unappreciated. What I mean by that is this: I see beautiful machine quilts from China for less than $80. People don’t want to pay several hundred dollars for a handmade quilt. So rather than sell them for less money than we paid for the material, we quilters tend to hang onto them, and pass them to family members, or give them away to charitable organizations. The quilt I’m finishing cost almost four hundred dollars to make. There is no market for it. It’s fortunate that the Graceful Quilter ladies have big families with which to share their handiwork.
We’re still praying for rain. I’m sure my tank is an accurate representation of many tanks around here. I’m down at least eight feet. It makes me nervous because I’m afraid the calves will get stuck in the mud. So, keep praying, everyone.
Our country needs prayers, our government, the sick in our area. Thankfully our border is better, and our economy is improving. Our condolences go to the Richard Harkey family. Please pray for the wars in Ukraine and Israel. It was good to see posts of Palestinian citizens thanking the US for providing relief and protecting the shipments from Hamas. I pray we can get peace in both areas. Most of all I pray for our precious troops and their families.