Boychild drew for the winner of Masters: Art Quilts, Volume 2 this morning…I’ve sent an email to Linda M. and am waiting for her address to mail it off. Thanks to all who visited and commented…it’s always nice to hear from humans.

Protected: What’s Going On?

Protected: Sightlines Is in Alexandria, Louisiana

Last 31 Hours of Giveaway…

because I can’t be trusted to remember to post tomorrow about it! No really! I haven’t slept in days!

OK, so if you want the Masters: Art Quilts, Volume 2 that I offered up back here on this review post, then you need to go to that post and say YES! Pick ME! Because I deserve it!

Or you can just say you’re interested…whatever works for you. I’m having a hard time finding that much energy for that level of excitement, mostly because I’ve spent hours ironing turtles together. More about that later. Honestly, if you forget to click on the link and put your comment here, it’s not like I’m some crazy rules-hound who will refuse to put you in the drawing. And yes, Lark Books sent me this book for free, but I had already bought it, so it’s not like I’m getting anything for this, because I don’t ever really give stuff away (sorry, I’m just lame that way…plus I am a packrat and think I will need EVERYTHING when the end comes, which is why I keep watching Hoarders to scare myself into cleaning and throwing away stuff).

That was just TMI. Want the book? Tell me.

Not Vacation

I am currently sitting (yay sitting!) in the fitting area at H&M in San Francisco, waiting for the girlchild to finish trying stuff on. Part of the agreement when I planned this trip meant I knew I would have to give the girlchild places where she feels happy. Unfortunately, at this point in her development, we rejoice in her cooking talent, but are tortured by her love of shopping.

Twenty-four hours later, I’m in a different kind of waiting room, the kind that eventually gets me on a plane home. I’ve weathered my driver getting seriously nauseous in the Golden Gate Bridge, enough that he warned me to grab the wheel at one point…Bridge Security was ever so nice and we eventually got back in the car and drove (nay, crept) through San Francisco on our way to a dinner party we never got to (food poisoning!)…back to Sunnyvale in time to drop sick person into a bed and feed the increasingly starving teens (I gave them chocolate, which seemed to help). The girlchild had one full-on hurricane tantrum at Stanford, but was fine at Berkeley because she finally got dim sum (this is unfortunately where our driver got whatever beast that is still troubling his belly). She’s had a few thunderstorms since, but was mollified by chocolate.

The purpose of this trip? To get both kids thinking about college types and environments, to thus winnow down the possibilities to a manageable chunk for travel purposes. I think we were successful with that. Boychild doesn’t like big city environments…but is beginning to understand the concept of backup schools. He was very impressed by the wildlife, especially at UC Santa Cruz…

We went to UCSC for the environment, thinking the girlchild might appreciate it…she was impressed by the animals and trees, but not the art studios (I chose UCI over Santa Cruz because they had working artists teaching the classes…and in retrospect, the program was the best possible for me without sending me to an art-only school). I don’t know if art is where she’ll end up…but I do suspect boychild’s interest in physics and math are not her first choices. Boychild likes big libraries, which I find ironic, considering how much reading he does electronically. I made sure he saw every library.

Next trip? I think Boston. If I can stand it. I might leave everyone else home and report back via podcast.

Tomorrow? Mine. Making art.

Sorry for the lousy photos…I am in fact posting this from my phone…while plugged in to a chair in the San Jose Airport. My luggage is not unattended and I have caffeine. Girlchild just purchased a book on her Kindle, using a Christmas gift card, boychild is reading his Nook, and our fearless driver is sleeping off the effects of food poisoning. It could be worse.