My quilty friend is planning on coming up tomorrow--YEAH! It has been so long since we have had a visit and we only live about 15 minutes apart. She has had medical problems in her family, too. Plus she has a MIL that she cooks for every day, plus she has 4 grown kids and 3 grandchildren so her life gets rather full part of the time.

Hopefully, I will get motivated to get back into something quilty. My nine-patch is half done. And this past weekend we got my desk ready. Maybe I should say my husband got it ready. We just have to wait to find help to get it down in the basement. It is sooo heavy. I really hate for Roger to lift on it, but I am so anxious to have it down there. I think once I get this nine-patch done that I will try to make myself piece on my Pfaff till I can have it ready to quilt any time.

My basement is so full of stuff--this will make 3 full sized office desks with sewing machines sitting in them. I feel like I have come a long way from having a Kenmore sewing machine that I felt guilty over even giving it away...it was horrible. My husband got it for me probably for my first birthday after we were married. I thought for the longest time it was just me that couldn't sew with it. I worked full time then and only sewed a little every now and then.

But after we moved to Tennessee for a while and I didn't work outside the home, it would sew good for a while, then all heck would break loose and it would not sew. I would do everything imaginable and finally it would start sewing, but I could never figure what I done to remedy the situation. I would do the usual of cleaning bobbin/bobbin area, rethread, change needle, etc.

Finally my oldest daughter was in elementary school and I tried to hem a simple cotton blouse one night and ended up doing it by hand. That was the final straw. I started shopping for a machine and settled on my Pfaff Tiptronic 1171. I have really loved that machine! That was around 1992 and I have only had one little problem with it this past winter, and it wasn't affecting the sewing. It just made a chirping noise...so took it in to be serviced and he could not find what was causing the noise but kept oiling it till it stopped.

I wonder just how significant this day is going to turn out to be for me--will it be a day that fades into vague memories or will it be the day that starts a time apart. I had to go for more views of my right breast today--I cannot count the number of views the lady took. She was so nice though.

The bottom line is while I have an old cyst that has been there a long time, I also have a place with about 30 microcalcifications and the radiologists wants me to have a biopsy done. Right now I am more bothered by whether I should tell people or whether I shouldn't. I don't want people to worry, but would appreciate the prayers. I really do not want one of my sisters to know cause I know how upset she will be.

It really affected my husband, but like I told him, it isn't a death sentence just because a biopsy is called for. I just really don't want to worry about it.

On to happier subjects, my daughter called tonight and she thinks I will be able to bring my kitten home this weekend. I cannot wait...I have been searching for a name for him. So far Moses is my choice. I would call him Mose for short. He is the kind of tabby my Cougar was....I still miss him. Here is a picture of my Cougar--I think it is the second picture of him I took with my digital Canon Rebel. This is not too long before I had to have him put down. He was one smart kitty--he answered to his name, knew the meaning of 'no' and a whole lot more.

I am finally able to eat fairly normal--it took long enough. I think night before last was the first real meal I have eaten since starting on the new antidepressant. I cannot tell if it is helping me yet or not with the exhaustion and moods. The moods came and went anyway, and I still could sleep the day away if given the chance.

I have to go back for more views (mammograms??) of my breasts. They think it is just calcifications, but just want to be sure. I do not feel worried, though maybe I should. I have had one sister and one maternal aunt with breast cancer. That is Monday morning.

Still not into sewing or even photography...I did sew a few lines earlier this week and keep promising myself to get back down there. I did have to redesign my sketch of the quilt top I am making...the one I was going by used only 56 blocks and I have 72 made. It is going to be old-timey looking. Mainly browns and dark colors. I am trying to use some of my older fabrics.