Before I go to the pictures, lets talk about email.
Over the last couple of years we have had lots and lots of people tell us that they had emailed us with no response. We were completely mystified. We check the email every day - usually twice a day and always answer any emails.
The other day Tori had to call Yahoo about something. While talking to them she mentioned our problem. When the gentleman investigated it seems that we had 9800 emails in our folder - going way back to when Tara was working here. When it gets that full it just won't accept any more until some are deleted. Tori had been in the habit of keeping most of the emails so she could refer back to them if needed.
Not any more.
All 9800 were deleted.
You should be able to get us on Yahoo if you have a question.
Good heavens! And that's just the first part.
Before I go to the 2nd part, we'll stop at Market.
Here I am in my booth with Michelle and her friend Carrie. Michelle was a real lifesaver. She picked me up at the airport and ran me around Portland, leant me her umbrella and is taller than I am. (See how tall you need to be to hang the quilt behind us.)
Many, many thanks to her. I tried to talk her into moving to Pittsburg before the next Spring Market but couldn't do it. :)
Since everyone had gotten me flying already (and I still really, really don't like it) I flew down to San Francisco to see my Uncle Fred and Aunt Grace who live in Los Gatos, Ca. My sister Nancy flew out and met us.
And of course, we had to go see the Golden Gate Bridge. It really is awesome!
The next day we piled into the car and went up to Pacific Grove and Carmel to stay at a Bed and Breakfast and go to the beach. And plain old generally sightsee.
Uncle Fred and Aunt Grace are in their 80s and pretty well ran Nancy and I ragged.
Wow! We shopped, sightsaw (is that a word?) and ate our way across Northern California.
Well really, Aunt Grace and Nancy shopped. Uncle Fred waited in the car and did crosswords and I mostly took catnaps after Market.
We all helped with the eating though.
After 4 days we got on another plane and came home.
Before I left for Portland I broke down and got a smartphone. My friend Cherie Ralston went with me. Unlike me, Cherie has an excellent left brain so she helped me pick out my phone.
While waiting in the airport at Denver I started playing with my new phone.
Guess what I found?
I didn't even know I still had a Gmail account. Neither did Tori. And I still am not sure how to get to it other than on my phone.
So --- people were emailing us on Yahoo and a lot weren't coming through and people were emailing us on Gmail and I had no idea they were.
I'm rather surprised I still have any customers. Hopefully we have both problems solved. Until I can figure out how to get to gmail on the computer, I do have my phone. I tried forwarding one to Tori though and it didn't get through. Have I mentioned more that lots of times that I am really a very right brain person.
At least I can design quilts.
Back at home Spike was supposed to be confined to a room or his kennel for 6 weeks. And no stairs. Just before I left we found him on the couch when our back was turned. And a large bump at the top of his leg. Pep and I were both sure that he had torn everything loose but there wasn't time to take him to the vet in KC again.
As soon as I got home I took him for an x-ray and everything was fine - still pinned, still plated - just a little swollen and sore.
Here he is on the deck contemplating getting over the baricade to the steps.
He's a bulldog - so what if it hurts a little. But Mom ..... it's not a step!
We took out the baricade and set up a fence so he could sit on the deck in the sun. He loves to sit in the sun.
We're really excited!