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Button Sunday

I’ve been wanting to use this button for a long time.

I’m a Quilt Diva not because I quilt. This Aries doesn’t have the patience for that kind of detailed work and delayed gratification.

But I love quilts. This is a composite of sections of all my quilts.


The big one in the center is from my late friend Jeff. One is from my late friend Steve R, who got it from his deceased partner, whose grandmother made it. Four of the quilts are from my mother (she didn’t make them, but bought them and gifted them to me over the years). I found the little pigs in an antique shop; they were made from quilts over a hundred years old. The rest of the quilts Tom and I have collected during our twenty-plus years together.

The quilts are on beds in our house and Tim’s apartment. Some of them hang. Some are part of pillows or table runners. Some are folded in stacks on our window seat. Nothing (except food) makes Margot happier than when I drag a quilt to the couch or the bed for a nap. She snuggles under it, or lies on top of it with her head resting on my ankles. Guinness lies next to it. A few days ago, Tim came over while I was sleeping and whispered to the dogs to come outside. He said they pretended they had to stay in and guard me. But I know they’re just Quilt Divas, too.

Day 5, Note 2 from a Slug: This Magic Moment

It amuses me when Tom buys a big batch of chicken feet to add to the dogs’ raw food because it feels like we have Voodoo Kitchen. I tried to take a picture of Margot and Guinness eating their chicken feet, but there’s not a camera fast enough to capture such a snackfest.

As you know, Tim is dogsitting EZ for a few days while her forever person is out of town. Since EZ doesn’t play well with other dogs, Rex spends his days over here. Don’t pity him. Sure, he doesn’t get to hang out with Tim, but it’s like going to Grandma’s house. Here, he gets TREATS, including not only a chicken’s foot, but his usual spoonful of yogurt while the girls are eating their dinner. When he finishes, he’ll have a temporary yogurt goatee, but even CSI wouldn’t be able to find a trace of yogurt on that spoon.


Lucky dog.

Day 2, Note 3 from a Slug: Lots of Birthdays

My mother would have been 83 today, March 4. Last year, when she got her cancer diagnosis, she hoped she’d make it to her birthday. On March 4, I was making cupcakes for her when she decided that she was ready to leave her apartment for the last time. She was transported to hospice for a couple of days, then went into the care home where she lived for almost three more months. And that night, Tom, Rhonda, Lindsey, and Kathy went with me to deliver her cupcakes.


2008


2005, 2006, 2007

Mother shares her birthday with rain_wolfe and my writing partner tjbtimmy. Happy birthday!


Timmy and me at a signing in 2006

These birthdays come in the middle of a LOT of birthdays. My friend Ken, our friend Kenneth (KK!), Tom’s sister KT, and a couple of real cutie pies:

grand-niece Amelia and nephew John

Happy birthday to our literary agent Alison, and internationally to n8an in Canada and my lifelong friend Debbie in Sweden.

On the eighth, I’ll be wishing our friend Robin a happy birthday. But I’ll be missing this birthday guy just like I do every day (and I stole this photo from the MySpace page of one of his best friends and band mates):


Riley

Coming up on the twelfth, I’ll also miss my friend Tim R on his birthday, but I’ll celebrate the birthday of one of the best people in my life:


My nephew Josh.

I’ll get to more birthdays later in the month. This has been a lot of celebrating for a simple slug.

Hump Day Happy — Late Edition

This has not been my day to do anything with photos, computers, or cameras, so I’m very late posting. I found something absolutely scrumptious on Flickr. If you want to see an iconic group of Barbies, including the delectable Audrey Hepburn, check out madalosso.laura’s Icons set.

People’s ability to create something fabulous for Barbie always awes me. I felt it on Sunday night when I saw Mark’s Oscar dress for Figaro, and again when I saw Timothy’s latest creation for Nikki. In person, Tim’s classic design gives the illusion of constant movement.

 

Nikki has agreed to be a doll and find you something from this book to be happy about if you comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.

I always feel like somebody’s watching me

Occasionally when I’m getting into my car to leave The Compound, I can feel eyes watching me. I always automatically scan an upstairs window in Tim’s apartment, where he made a little spot for EZ, then Tyson, and sometimes Rex, to watch the world. Wednesday, when I got that eerie feeling of a steady gaze trained on me, there was no doggie in the window. Then my eyes shifted left, and I saw:

Which upon closer inspection, became:

Cats crack me up.

The best little hospital room in Texas

I did a lot of napping Saturday because I needed it. I was hoping to get “that” call from Tim: the one in which he said, I’M FREE! PICK ME UP! Sadly, it didn’t come. But he did spend several hours today without having his chest cavity suctioned and seemed to respond well. Maybe tomorrow they can take out the chest tubes and release him.

Meanwhile, Tyson is having a slumber party weekend. Another potential forever family wanted him to spend a couple of days with them to see how they get along together. As before, this is bittersweet. Tyson is such a freaking adorable dog that while I want him to find the perfect home, not having him here is sad, too. Hopefully if they do decide he’s right for them, Tim will be able to see him later so they can have a proper au revoir moment.


Rexford and Tyson

It was a kind of weird Valentine’s Day. Tom did maintenance-type stuff in Tim’s apartment. Then while I went to spend the evening with Tim in the hospital, Lindsey came to The Compound to give Rhonda some good snoozing alone time because she’s so sick. Thus Tom and Lindsey ate dinner together. When I asked Tom if Rhonda and Lindsey were disappointed about Valentine’s Day, he told me Lindsey said every day’s like Valentine’s Day for them. I thought that was pretty sweet. Me: I’m grateful for days when nothing much happens around here except hanging out without mosquitoes, hurricanes, heat waves, trips to the people or animal ER, or palmetto bugs.

Tom sent Tim a card and some chocolate, and I got him a puzzle for us to work on when he gets home. I’ll save a photo of that for later. I also took Tim a surprise visitor dressed in sexy Valentine’s Day finery.


Dolly sits on Tim’s knee and says, “Hey, ever’body!”


Nothing says Backwoods Barbie like a giant hospital urinal in the background.

Dolly’s fabulous shoes provided courtesy of Mark G. Harris.