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Quilting Machine

Another day too cold to ride. I think over the first few years of my riding career, I must have drawn some great luck to have lots of riding days. Lately the cold and rain have seriously curtailed my chances. Tonight it is cold and breezy with rain coming our way. The forecast includes a chance of freezing rain late tonight into morning. If they are wrong about the amount, I could have to come in for Ruth. Maybe we won't have a severe freezing rain event.

The boys will be spending the night. Most mornings they wake up very early. That makes for long days. But they are excited and happy to be at Diddlee's. I probably ought to go in and sleep with them. Then when they awake and find me there, they might be less inclined to get out of bed.

Bev's quilting machine arrived. I joked that she was not to snoop and try to figure out what it was. (She knew it was coming) Anyway it is in the basement with a do not open till Christmas sticker on it.

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