Fifty-four years ago today, on February 2, 1952, Dick and I had our first date. I went to the dance with Delores, and Hermie went with Dick. During the dance, Hermie asked Delores if he could take her home from the dance. She said, "Well, I came with Nancy..." and Hermie said, "Well I came with Dick so let's all go together." So that's what we did. We had burgers and fries at what is now Round's, and they took us home. And that was our first date.
I thought it would be fun to go out to dinner to celebrate this auspicious anniversary, but I didn't think of it until after 5 o'clock, and the first martini had already gone down the hatch, so I didn't mention it.
Today I pinned together one half of the family quilt - I decided to baste with pins instead of thread. Then I ran out of pins. So now I'm thinking I'll quilt the half that I have basted, remove those pins, pin the other half, and then finish the quilting. I'm too cheap to go spend big bucks for more quilting pins. I'm kind of avoiding beginning the quilting - I have no confidence, and I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I think I'll probably avoid it until later this weekend.
