Getting Old & Forgetful

Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house
together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts
her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters,
'Was I getting in or out of the bath?' The
94-year-old yells back, 'I don't know. I'll come
up and see.' She starts up the stairs and pauses
‘was I going up the stairs or down?' The 92-year-old was
sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her
sisters; she shakes her head and says, 'I sure hope I
never get that forgetful, knock on wood...' She then
yells, 'I'll come up and help both of you as soon as
I see who's at the door.'   

Hope you like this little joke.  It reminded me of this morning when I was going to work.  When I got to the bus stop, I realized I had forgotten my hat.   That was not a big deal, but I had not combed out my hair, I still had curls in it, but I was not going back home to get it.  Then I realized I had forgotten my cell phone.  Well, I just could not go to work without my cell phone, so I went back home to get it (I picked up my hat too).  So what does that tell you?  We are technologically depended.  My thought was I needed my cell phone more than a hat (it was cold outside), since you cannot find a phone booth anywhere.  Well, I could have asked to use someone else’s phone.

My two best friends, Pat King and Charlene Marshall (my quilting buddies) know what I am talking about.  We always talk about how often we are forgetting something.

Well, I have finished quilting and squaring off my quilt block.  I have already cut out the binding and sleeve so all I have to do when I get home tomorrow is but them on and then I am finish.  Still have not cleaned off the cutting table yet, but I will soon.  Since we have a holiday coming up (MLK) I will have plenty of time to get the table cleaned off for my next project.

Have a bless day

The Slow Quilter