What Was That Beep?

I was sewing on Tuesday afternoon when my husband stuck his head in the door to my sewing room and asked "did you hear that?" "What?", I asked. "That beep, what was that beep?" Then I heard it, it was a cross between a beep and a squeak. It went off every so often; but we could NOT locate it. Gregory was here, napping at the time, I pressed my ear up against the door to the bedroom where he was sleeping to make sure that it wasn't coming from inside, it wasn't. We checked smoke detectors, we listened intently from every corner of our house. Another beep would having us off and running/searching all over again. Finally, peacefully, it stopped altogether. Later on, I loaded Gregory into his carseat to take him back home. I picked up my cell phone, from my purse, to let my daughter-in-law know that we were on the way; but I couldn't call her, my phone was dead. I didn't make the connection between the dead phone and the mysterious beep-squeak right away, it was a gradual dawning process... "Ohhhhh, yeah." I plugged in my phone when I returned back home. Now I know what a dying phone battery's warning signal sounds like, let's hope I remember!

( I know my children are shaking their heads at this disclosure;

take heart, dear ones, your future is closer than you think!) 

Life is Good!

Huh?

I'm catching my breath today, it's good to be home. After our excursion to the Midwest and back I raced to the Capital City and crammed in some Mason-time and then dashed off to Asheville yesterday for a fabulous quilt show at the incredibly beautiful North Carolina Arboretum. Whew! I took a gift basket of assorted goodies to our hosts in Illinois last week. Among the packages of gourmet cookies, crackers, spreads and dip mixes, I had also tucked in this cute little spreader. My sister-in-law opened up the basket when all of the family was gathered in their family room, including my mother-in-law. The following conversation ensued:

SIL: "Thank you for the spreader"
MIL: "What is that on the handle?"
Group: "CHEESES"
MIL: "What?"
Group: (a little louder this time) "CHEESES"
MIL: (looking perplexed, but nodding and replying softly) "Oh"

Later on she asked me, quietly, "where did you find a spreader with Jesus on the handle?" We're still laughing over that one, the spreader has officially been renamed.

Life is Good!