Queen of Rambles

It is past my bedtime, but I know there are people out there who appreciate knowing that we arrived safely at our destination. We’ve been here a couple of hours, but it’s been all swimming and screaming and trying to make boy sleep. No computer time for me.

Our plan was to leave town early, but then Mike had to work later than we hoped and it didn’t make sense to head out of town during rush hour. We left at 7 pm and had an easy, breezy drive with no traffic, construction or pain. I hate driving in the dark, but the traffic situation made it well worth the eye strain.

Erik slept the whole way. It was a blessing and a curse.

We had dim hopes of just carrying him into the hotel room and him falling right back to sleep, but they were dashed by an extremely slow hotel check-in girl and the sight of the swimming pool. As soon as he saw the swimming pool he was wide awake and nothing would do but that we go swimming RIGHT NOW. So off we went! I was hoping swimming would make him sleepy, but no such luck. Mike is trying to stand-rock him asleep in the bathroom right now. I have no idea how tired we are all going to be tomorrow.

We are just a couple of blocks away from a huge quilt show. While Erik and I were waiting in the car for Mike to check us in, I was getting a really weird vibe from the town. There were all these old ladies walking all over the place, in the dark, in middle of a part of town that doesn’t look to be the safest. When we walked into our hotel hall and there were a troop of them wearing quilting sweatshirts I realized what was going on. They are my people! They are all here for the quilt show! When I’m old and retired and have the time and money to travel to quilt shows, I’ll be walking around strange towns with all my quilting homies as back-up. We’ll travel with our rotary cutters in our pockets and if anyone tries anything we’ll cut their balls off.

I’ll end this with two conversations.

7-year-old boy at the pool: Muggle! Muggle! Muggle!
Other boys: Polo!
7yo boy: Why you be yelling Polo? You’re supposed to be yelling Potter!
Other boys: What are you talking about?
7 yo boy: Aren’t we playing Muggle Potter?

Me in hall of the hotel: Keep your pants on! Do NOT take your pants off! You can take your pants off when we get to our room!

Don’t you wonder what those quilting old ladies thought of that one?

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