We had a wonderful visit yesterday in at The Mountain Quilters Cottage in Lake Arrowhead. Kate grabbed her two kids from school, rounded up her mom, and made the drive up the hill to the quilt shop. Unfortunately for me, they arrived before I did, and witnessed me pulling up in my FIL’s Subaru, a small trail of smoke coming out from underneath as if it were threatening to catch on fire (just a leaky power-steering pump, making it more dramatic than dangerous). When we got there, the store itself had no power, but their classroom did, so we rounded up a few chairs and chatted while the kids, well, were kids (and were very well behaved and well mannered, too). We chatted some around the project, about how it all got started, about what’s next and what’s ahead for me and the Army and the world. Never got around to having coffee, and with the power initially out in the store, we never did get around the shopping for fabric.
And, apparently, if I don’t write something lengthy up about IBOL and soon, Kate’s mom is going to poke and prod and push me along until I do!
Oh, and yes — there may be a volunteer in Iraq, willing to do a small project like IBOL. Small. SMALL, folks, small. But it’s a start. More details (here, of course) on that when the time is right.