I’ve had a couple of really big scares the last couple of days. First, Monday evening I got a call from my oldest son, Alex’s supervisor. He wanted to know if I knew where my son was. Alex is my adventuring son. I have bear spray in my garage from his last adventure to Glacier National Park. And last summer he let me put tracker on his phone while he rode his motorcycle across the country. So if anything happened I’d know where to send help. So to have him missing was a little disconcerting. I knew he hadn’t planned an adventure for last weekend but still. Fortunately he was only home sick and some how his supervisor had not got the message.
Monday I also left a message with a friend who had been taking a few of my quilts around to the various quilt guilds to show for classes I’d be teaching at Utah Quilt Guild’s Quilt Fest. So imagine my shock when I found out that she had given them to someone in my guild in July to return to me. I knew in my heart of hearts that they were safe and whoever had them had just been busy. Still, I had a hard time being rational and not worrying myself sick.
I tried to do a little mindless sewing in prep for my class. But those irrational thoughts kept creeping in. I sent out a group email to the ladies in my guild along with a post on our Facebook page. to see if anyone remembered who took my quilts so I could touch base with them. By the end of the day I had my quilts.
I’m hoping nothing goes missing today. I don’t think my nerves can handle it.