Well - so far this AM, I can't insert any pictures into my blog....so I guess I'll have to wait for tomorrow and hope for the best!!

I was up and out super early Tuesday morning (10/29) to make it to my sleep doctor’s appointment.  As I suspected, he doesn’t want to let the polyp in my nose alone….so I am tentatively scheduled for surgery in mid-November.  To say I am not thrilled would be an understatement… it involves general anesthesia, something I have not had since 1972!!!!  I am developing a list of questions to ask before it happens; if anyone has any experience with this surgery, I would love to hear about it.  

I was home around 10 AM and spent the rest of the morning getting out a quick blog post and getting through a mountain of emails.  Michael left at 11:30 AM for lunch with his golfing buddies and I finally headed upstairs around NOON to make some brunch!  While I was up there I got sucked into reading a recent *TIME magazine (that took over 2 hours), and caused me to put 2 books on hold at the library:BORN TO RUN and WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR.  

I finally made it to my studio around 3 PM.  I did intake on a quilt right before we left for the weekend, and I never got the pieces measured.  Well, the backing on the quilt was only 3-1/4 inches wider than the quilt….meaning there were only about 1-1/2 inches of backing fabric on each side….TOTALLY NOT ENOUGH!!!  If you have spray basted and are quilting on your domestic machine, that may be fine…but my longarmer friend wrote a wonderful post on why the extra fabric is necessary to a longarmer: https://frommycarolinahome.com/2019/08/23/dealing-with-quilt-issues/.  I spent a bit of time composing an email to the quilter (and including the above link) before finally unpacking my quilting stuff from last Thursday and getting it all put away.  

BG and I ordered a new pattern while she was here, and that was delivered over the weekend.  That generated another email, because of course I’m not going to follow the directions as written :~)…and I needed a few more details on the measurements on the quilt.  And thus my afternoon got piddled away!  

My honey got a rotisserie chicken breast for dinner and we had that with broccoli/cheese sauce.  He left to pick up Larry for the movies shortly after 6 PM and I headed downstairs to load up my customer quilt.  She got back to me and told me to lop off the top….so that’s what I did.  I got the back and batting loaded before heading upstairs for a bit of knitting until my honey got home.

*One article I read in the magazine was shocking, but somehow not surprising.  I’ve included it here….it certainly explains a lot about the revolving door of the White House:  

I Ran the VA Under President Trump Until He Fired Me. Our First Trump Tower Meeting Was a Job Interview Unlike Any Other

Around 11 a.m. on Saturday, Jan. 7, 2017, I received a call telling me I was expected at Trump Tower in New York at 2 p.m. that afternoon. After about an hour of sustained panic driving with my wife Merle on snow-covered roads from Philadelphia, my cell phone rang. It was Reince Priebus.  “Sorry not to have called sooner, but we’re all set. You’ll be meeting with the president-elect on Monday at 2:00 p.m.” Monday, not today.  We found the nearest exit, turned around and headed back home.   Later that afternoon, Priebus called again, this time with some questions for me — mainly, it seemed, to help him figure out how I had gotten on his call list. He wanted to know how I knew Trump. I told him I didn’t. He seemed perplexed that I had no connection to the Trump campaign. He also wanted to know how I became under secretary for Obama. Without commenting on any of my answers, Priebus asked me to meet with him for lunch on Monday prior to my meeting with the president-elect.   On Sunday, still mystified but intrigued, I took a train to New York. Clarifying some final details, they asked me if I wanted to enter Trump Tower through the main lobby or use a private entrance to avoid being seen. A year and a half into my service in Washington, I still didn’t quite understand optics and the strategy behind these kinds of decisions. I saw no reason to hide a meeting with the president-elect. “I’ll go through the front door,” I said.  The next day, I headed over to Trump Tower, around which the NYPD had set up a security corridor in all directions. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but even if this meeting was nothing more than an exit interview, I wanted the chance to tell the president-elect where progress was being made at the VA and what direction his new administration should take.  In 2014, when Obama administration officials first approached me about coming to the VA, many of my colleagues expressed concern that the job was a no-win situation. They felt it was a sure fire way to ruin my career leading large hospital systems — a career that had been marked by distinction. They warned that the VA was simply too big and complex to change. Others pointed out that it did not make sense to accept a dramatic pay cut in return for such enormous headaches. But I took the job because I felt a sense of responsibility to our nation’s veterans.  There are more than 20 million American veterans, about a quarter of them living in rural areas, and many of them need VA benefits just to get by. It’s the largest health care system in the U.S. and one of the most complicated organizations in the government. There was also an unacceptable breakdown in delivery of mental health and addiction care, which left veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan to fend for themselves during epidemics of traumatic brain injuries and posttraumatic stress — neglect that led to myriad suicides and overdoses. But after 17 months of work and a great deal of progress on many fronts, I felt optimistic, energized and even more responsible than ever, which is why, when presented with the chaotic swirl of events that were my introduction to Donald Trump and his team, I went in head first.  Just inside Trump Tower, I was met by several Republican National Committee staffers, who escorted me to the lobby restaurant. As Priebus and I shook hands, he told me that he no longer had time for lunch. I said I understood, but knowing that he was from Green Bay, I added, “By the way, congratulations on the Packers’ win this weekend.”  He smiled and said, “You know, maybe I do have time for a quick bite.”  Making our way through the small restaurant, we were stopped by swarms of diners who all seemed to want their picture taken with Priebus, so I became the amateur photographer as table after table stood up to pose with him. We took a back table, ordered chicken Caesar salad and spent most of our time casually discussing our families and nonpolitical interests. I gleaned nothing of substance and no explanation for why I was summoned to New York. After lunch, he escorted me upstairs.  

As we approached the inner sanctum, Steve Bannon came out to greet us and escort me into Trump’s office, familiar to millions as the set of The Apprentice. Against a wall of glass, the president-elect sat at a huge desk covered with copies of Time magazine with his picture on the cover as Person of the Year. A part of me wondered where the secret cameras were hidden.  

As we shook hands, Trump announced to his staff in the room, “He’s a good-looking guy.” He then quickly repeated, “He’s a good-looking guy, isn’t he?”  Taken aback, I could think of nothing better to say than, “Nice to meet you, Mr. President-Elect.”  

Glancing around the room, I noticed that the one non-glass interior wall was filled with awards and plaques from events honoring Trump. I sat down in the only chair facing him, across the desk.  It seemed by now that most of Trump’s inner circle were milling about in the room behind me — Jared Kushner, Kellyanne Conway, Michael Cohen, Bannon and Priebus.  Kushner and Conway were having a side conversation, which they took outside. 

Then Trump turned to me and asked, “So what’s the best hospital in the city?”  

“Well, Mr. Trump, I think it depends on—”  

“You know, I used to think well of this one place, but I know a guy who went in there feeling okay, and they just chopped his thing right off! They chopped it off! I wouldn’t go there for anything now.”  

Once again, I wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Yes. Well . . . no hospital is good at treating every condition,” I managed.  

“So if you were sick, where would you go?”  Before I could answer, he looked over at Cohen. “So, Michael, what do you think of this guy?” Cohen and I met each other years earlier when I had been serving as the chief executive officer of New York’s Beth Israel Medical Center.  “Donald, he’s the best in his field.”  

“You really think so, huh?” Looking back at me, Trump asked, “So what do you think of McDonald?” Bob McDonald, the current VA secretary and my boss, had been appointed by President Obama to replace General Eric Shinseki, the VA secretary forced to resign in the midst of the wait-time crisis.  

“I think he’s one of the best leaders in the country,” I answered truthfully. “He’s been making really good progress, and I think he should stay.”  

“Yeah, I’ve heard good things, but there is no way we can keep him, just not possible. What do you think we need to do?”  Then, answering his own question, Trump said, “I’ll tell you what we need to do: we need to make sure our veterans aren’t waiting for care.”  

“Mr. Trump, you’re absolutely right.”  

“We have to fix this thing. It’s a mess. Do you think we can fix it?” 

“We’ve been making big improvements on the wait times. We’ve developed same-day access, and we’re getting more veterans —” 

He cut me off again.  “I want our veterans to get the best.” Then he repeated, “They really created a mess here. Can we fix it?”  

Once again, I assured him that I was committed to doing just that.
 Trump ruffled through a few papers on his desk and then looked up. “The VA’s an important place, but there are some good ones and some bad ones. But I’ll tell you what’s messed up. They come back with PTSD. You know what’s really bad? They come back and their wives or girlfriends didn’t wait for them.”  

I swallowed.  Trump paused for a moment and then looked up as if actually seeing me for the first time. “You know, you don’t really fit the bill. The generals . . . now they fit the bill. But can they fix health care?”  Not waiting for my response, he continued. “Who do you think would make a good secretary?”  

“Well, Mr. Trump, Bob McDonald is doing a great — ”  Trump cut me off to ask about a certain African American candidate from the navy. He asked if I thought he could fix health care. I said I did not know anything about the gentleman.  

“What about this CEO of Exxon Mobil?”
 Before I could answer, he moved on to, “What are you . . . like, the number-two or number-three guy at VA?”  

“I’m number three, sir.”  Kushner and Conway came back in, still engrossed in their own private conversation, passing a piece of paper back and forth. Soon Priebus and Bannon were drawn in, and the volume of their sidebar escalated.  After a moment, Priebus interrupted. “Mr. Trump, we need your approval on this press release. It’s about Jared’s role in the administration.”  

Trump glanced at the paper for a split second and then, without reading it, handed it back. “Just tell me what it says!”  “I don’t think we should release it just now,” Conway said.  “Well, I do,” Kushner countered.  

Having seen all of these people parodied relentlessly over the past several weeks on Saturday Night Live, I couldn’t help thinking that I’d stepped into a skit with Alec Baldwin and Kate McKinnon. 

As the tension increased, Priebus leaned over to me and whispered, “Dr. Shulkin, we need to resolve this. Would you mind stepping out for 10 minutes?”   I rose from my chair, but Trump swatted me back down.  “David can hear this. Stay.”
 I sat back down.  The debate continued, with Trump sitting quietly, until the group seemed to reach some kind of resolution. 

Then Trump turned back to me. “So why is it so broken? The VA.”  

“Well, there are many reasons, starting with — ”  

“I think we need to let the veterans go wherever they want.”  

“Well, there needs to be a coordinated effort — ”  

“I’ll tell you what: we’re going to fix this thing. If you were in charge, what would you do first?”  

“I would make sure that we had — ”  

“Do you think we can fix this thing?”  

“Yes, Mr. President-Elect, I do.”  

We went on like this for another 30 minutes or so while the others wandered in and out. Finally, Trump turned to Priebus, Bannon and Cohen and asked, “So what do you guys think?”  Heads nodded in approval.  Then the president-elect turned to Cohen and said, “Next time you see him, you can call him Mr. Secretary.”  

Confused, I stood, shook Trump’s hand and left the office.  On January 11, 2017, when Trump announced that he had selected me as VA secretary, I was as surprised as anyone. Little about my interactions with Trump’s inner circle had made clear that I was the top pick. But I was pleased, as it meant I got to keep serving veterans, which is what I wanted to do all along.  We made real progress during my time at the VA. The morale of the workforce was growing. We were passing new legislation. We were working more closely with our community partners, and we were making the structural changes to ensure sustainable improvements. I had found a way to get things done despite the turmoil within the Trump administration, and things seemed to be running smoothly.  Until they weren’t.  To be clear, I did not set out to tell the story of how much the VA accomplished in three years and how I was fired by a Trump tweet on the eve of passing the most important bill in the history of veterans’ medical care because I wanted anyone to feel sorry for me. I am telling my story because, in my opinion, the VA is still in grave danger. Its doctors, its administrators and most importantly our veterans are at risk as never before.  Maintaining a strong VA is also an essential piece of the puzzle that is the United States national security system: we cannot expect our sons and daughters to risk their lives and fight for our freedom unless we keep our promise to care for them if and when they return home broken, injured or traumatized. There is no excuse for not holding up our end of the bargain. The mission set forth by President Abraham Lincoln to care for those who have “borne the battle” is a sacred duty.  One year after I became the secretary of Veterans Affairs, the environment in Washington had grown so toxic, chaotic and subversive that it became impossible for me to accomplish the important work that our veterans need and deserve. I am also worried about the future of public service generally, which appears increasingly bleak as important positions remain unfilled and while cabinet secretaries are hired, fired and publicly humiliated as if our national government were a reality television show. After I was fired, I told my wife — and then repeated the thought in an op-ed I wrote for the New York Times — “It should not be this hard to serve your country.”  The time I spent in government changed me, and my family, forever — but it also gave me a renewed sense of purpose, as well as a belief that systems in government can be improved. It’s not hopeless, but it is a long road without any quick or easy solutions. It also reaffirmed my belief that as long as we have the need for a military to defend our country, the VA must continue as a strong and effective system, willing and able to serve those injured during their service. It is important that Americans understand what the VA system is, how it works and why it exists. If we are willing to commit to our veterans as they have to us, we can all work together to build a safer, healthier and prouder country.

SHQ Show & Tell

We are home safe and sound from a long weekend visiting ‘the kids’.  I have many pictures of AJ that I hope to share over the coming days, but for now, here are some beautiful pictures from last week’s SHQ show and tell:  

a beautiful wall hanging done by my friend Leila and custom quilted by June

cool constellation fabric

another one block wonder type quilt

I LOVE these bags....so pretty!!

done just in time for the season

pretty nighties made by Paula so that she could use the scraps in quilting  :~)

and a few from the Machine Embroidery meeting I missed:  

*** MMR – Michael’s Move Reviews ***  

GEMINI MAN - Will Smith stars twice in this sci-fi thriller. He plays an elite government spy assassin who is past his peak and retires. However, he inadvertently gets some sort of top secret info that makes him a liability so the powers that be want him eliminated. To do this they choose their best new assassin who happens to be a clone of Will Smith. The majority of the film centers around their duel to see who can outsmart whom. So basically it is Will Smith fighting his younger self (through  the magic of great CG).  Lot’s of action, chases, fights, and gunplay move the story quickly along. As in my last review of Ad Astra, there is even a twist concerning “daddy issues “. Not a bad movie, but one where you can see what’s ahead. I give it 3 fat quarters our of 5.

jelly roll rug, Pam & Melanie in garden, Inez & donuts, no mo' faux sew

My honey had breakfast out on the lanair on Tuesday (10/22):

while BG and I headed once again, to my studio.  BG spent a lot of the day ripping out on her one block wonder:  

She knew 2 of her pieces were too big, so that took her most of the day, and now she just has one more 1/2 row to rip out on the right one:  

She's making the OBW in 4 quadrants and then will border them before sewing together for a king size quilt.

I spent that time quilting on my dragonflies and by dinnertime, was all done:  

Yes, true to ourselves, BG picked purple thread for her quilting and I picked teal  :~).

We got to SKYPE a bit with Janice in the afternoon….she is home from visiting Connecticut for a week, so we got a bit caught up.  And Barb D swung by to check out my studio and pick up her quilt.  

We finally got someone to put up a new porch light...another motion sensor light.  Michael was running a little bit late after helping to do that, so I made him a smurfy grilled cheese sandwich for dinner:

BG also got binding cut for the 5 quilts she has at home to be bound  :~):

My bathroom is now sporting a new look....I have THE MOST BEAUTIFUL RUG IN THE WORLD to stand on:

BG made me a jelly roll rug out of the most perfect jelly roll colors  :~).  

We relaxed in the living room in the evening while Michael was at the movies, BG's faithful companion by her side (or maybe I should say by her neck??):

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I felt like I ran Wednesday morning (10/23) from the time I got up until the time I got home at dinnertime and collapsed.  BG and I left for the airport at 7:30 AM.  Yes….it was a little bittersweet, but it seemed like a nice, long visit and we got done everything we had hoped to (and more!!), so I can’t ask for more than that.  Well….I can….but I won’t get it anyway  :~).  

don't I take the best selfies???  NOT!!!

I went straight from the airport to CVS to drop off a prescription, and then on to the Lake House for my guess pass policy meeting.  We had an excellent meeting and when it was over I headed back to CVS to pick up my prescription and to get a flu shot.  When I got home, I called Pam and Melanie and they came over to dig up a bunch of bulbs in our front garden that I wanted to get rid of…and they wanted to plant….win, win!!  

Janice - you'll be happy to know that our front garden looks SO MUCH BETTER!!!

I left while they were still there…heading to the hairdressers to get my hair done and was finally home by 5:45 PM.  I took a short nap on the lanair before having a bite.  I took in another customer quilt after that and finally settled in for TV watching with my honey and got a gauge done on AJ’s yarn.

Two extra pics for your viewing pleasure....Inez got some mini-donuts done in her mini-donut pan from King Arthur Flour.  She said they were yummy.....they certainly look fabulous:

And BG forgot her gift this year at Fiber Floozies....so by now everyone has received their key chain.....STAMP OUT FAUX SEWING!!!

Cooking Fingers, dragonflies continue

BG and I packed up the golf cart on Monday (10/21) and headed out to Sweet & Savory (an offshoot of Cooking Fingers).  Pat W was there and got all caught up with BG:

The demo/talk went well: 

and afterwards Pat W drove us over to Hobby Lobby, where I picked up some muslin for the back of my dragonflies.  We made a quick stop at Machine Embroidery to say hello (sorry, no show and tell this month since I didn’t stay for the meeting) and then headed home to continue quilting.  By mid-afternoon:  

BG's is completely quilted

she's weaving in ends

So, we loaded up mine, set up a new program and kicked it off:  

We paused for dinner, then continued quilting until around 8 PM when I finally collapsed.  BG was still going strong cutting  strips for binding and 5’’ squares to do a 4 patch scrap quilt like mine:

And more cuteness:

look at the pure joy on that face!!

she looks so mature here  :~(