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I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma. ~Eartha Kitt

How much do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Yksi, kaksi, kolme, nelja, viisi, kuusi, seitseman, kahdeksan, yhdeksan, kymmenen. I just counted to ten in the Finnish language. I have started a class in this most unusual tongue, and try to study some words every day. I began writing short sentences on Facebook, but I thought some might think my wires have been crossed or something strong was added to my morning coffee. But, I’m fascinated with the structure of words, how meanings are altered by adding on to a root word. Pronunciation in itself presents a challenge to me. I produce cacophonous sounds at this point, but I’m positive with perseverance, I’ll be rolling complete sentences like the native speakers. Why Finnish, you might ask? I have to say it’s one of those things added to a bucket list. I had traveled to my grandparent’s home country in September 2010 and loved hearing people speak. It brought back memories of my grandmother, who, by the way, could never pronounce my name. Throughout the first 15 years of my life, she called me “little girl”. At least, I was told she couldn’t pronounce it. I also had heard that she wanted me to be named after her, which was Alma Johanna. My mother refused. This was always an amusing story to me, but now in my mature years, I like the sound of the name, Alma Johanna. (The “J” sounds like a “Y”.) Even though I wasn’t named after her, one thing for certain, I inherited her hair color, platinum blond. I feel a true kindred spirit.

FYI:Numbers lengthen and lengthen as the amount rises. Finnish bank tellers have to speak rapidly, if they want to complete a transaction in a timely fashion. Here’s my birth year: tuhatyhdeksansataaviisikymmenta

Quilt in the making

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. ~Dr. Seuss

I waited about a nano second for my new machine, a Babylock Symphony. I have a large project in the works and look forward with gusto completing it.

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This particular quilt, so far, is the biggest one I have undertaken, and I knew I needed to upgrade to a machine that could take on the job. After I complete the 20 twelve inch blocks for the border, I’ll sew a large appliqued center panel with borders. After all layers are machine top-stitched and binding added, I can fold and place on a quilt stand (to gather dust). 🙂

Nighttime stroll in the city

Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas. ~J.K. Rowling, “The Egg and The Eye,” Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, 2000, spoken by the character Mad-Eye Moody

It’s been over a month since I’ve shared any event, notable or not. The holidays are behind us and the New Year has started without hesitancy. It’s time I get my thoughts organized and out of the twilight zone. My husband and I deliberated on what, when, and where, and agreed what better cure is there for the doldrums than a whirlwind sojourn to the city. It took one phone call to our trusted house and animal sitter, Uncle Larry, along with booking a reservation at the oldest hotel in Denver, The Oxford (where the rock stars stay). This stately structure was built in 1891 and has been renovated throughout the years. The charm and elegance remains intact. Upon entering the lobby, I could feel the turn of the century atmosphere. There are huge antique oil paintings nestled in elaborately carved frames on the wood paneled walls. I felt so civilized. I knew this would be a relaxing and mentally calming get-away.

Instead of dining at the steakhouse attached to the hotel, we decided to stroll down the mall and discover what the city has to offer. We are adventurous. After searching for a place with ambience to partake in an early evening cocktail, after all it was 4 in the afternoon, we elated in finding The Coyote Ugly Saloon. It’s a huge shabby bar room situated on the third level of an entertainment area. The tattooed bar staff was personable and quite the entertainers with their colorful language and authoritative manner. I thought it was like the wild, wild west, although the music was hard rock and not country. I guess we need to roll with the times. After a few shots and a purchase of a Coyote Ugly T-shirt, we figured it was in our best interest to find a restaurant.

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We walked about 200 ft. to a lovely Italian place and supped. To our delight and surprise, there was a free meal for each of our entrees, and it even didn’t have anything to do with our ages. The two of us left with our stapled bag containing boxes of lasagne and Alfredo and knew we wouldn’t want to carry it around town. We also had a bag of leftovers. A homeless person graciously accepted the free meals but not the leftovers, which ended up in the trash bin. Nevertheless, it was not a concern, because we were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We headed for the Tilted Kilt. Along the way, we watched the horse drawn carriages, and one caught our immediate attention. It was filled with a rowdy bunch of children dressed in costumes. The weary looking driver must have been slipped a few extra bucks by the parents to carry the kiddies around while they [mom and dad] stole a few moments away. I commented on the physical fitness of the cabbie cyclists that were whizzing past the carriages and buses. My husband and I agreed these hard pedalers would or could not take any cigarette breaks, upon which, one cyclist stopped and asked if he could purchase a smoke from my husband. After reaching the Tilted Kilt and becoming impatient with the lack of service, we ventured toward another place nearer the hotel. My twinkled-toed spouse tripped on a curb and a cabbie cyclist offered us a ride to wherever we were headed, it would be safer. However, the nighttime stroll offered us a chance to laugh and just be carefree. We stopped at one more establishment, realized our limit, and trekked back to the grandeur of the Oxford.