Under Construction

This quilt is so much fun to do and I love how it’s coming together.

There is a large section in the middle that I’m starting work on today.

Yesterday, Sandra & I had tickets to see Cabaret.  We’d seen it before, but both of us love musicals and are always game when they come to town again. 

When we arrived at the theatre, there were a lot of kids in costumes in the lobby, but since this venue has multiple stages, we thought they must be appearing in another area.  When we received our program and glanced at the inside we immediately knew this wasn’t the Cabaret we came to see – it was a little kids dance recital!!!!!

We left our seats and I went to the box office, but was told that since I bought the tickets from Ticketmaster, I would have to talk to them.  I called them immediately, spent 35 minutes on hold and was told they would have to e-mail someone but they would call me back in about an hour.  Naturally, I didn’t hear from them.

When we got home, I checked Ticketmaster’s website to see how we could both have been stupid enough not to notice.  Turns out, on this occasion anyway, we weren’t stupid – the reviews are all for the original Cabaret and no where on the website does it mention that this is a dance recital.  I’m not letting this one drop – I’ll be on the phone as soon as they open this morning threatening them with false advertising if they won’t give me a refund!

On a sadder note, there have been a lot of tears shed around here this week.  Miss Annabelle, or fondly known as Miss Annie had to be put down on Wednesday.

It’s a bit of a long story – we adopted her 11 years ago from Animal Aid.  We were told when we adopted her that she was about 2, but when I took her to our Vet, he thought she was more like 7.  She lived with us for a couple of years until we started having some major renovations done.  She hated the disruption in the house and was visibly upset every day when the workmen appeared.  My Mum, who had just recently lost her cat, offered to take her until the work was finished. 

When the work was finished, my Mum had fallen in love with her and begged me to let her keep her.  Since Miss Annie wasn’t overly fond of Ben, and as hard as it was to give her up, I let my Mum keep her.  I cried buckets for weeks.

When my Mum went into hospital early last year, my Aunt took Miss Annie as I knew she wouldn’t be happy in our house with both Ben & Molly.  She captured my Aunt’s heart as well and lived her final years with her in the lap of luxury with her every whim looked after.

While always a picky eater, a couple of weeks ago she stopped eating completely and the the Vet told us it was her teeth and there really wasn’t much we could do.  On Wednesday, I took her for her final trip and she died in my arms.