I'm completely out of order over here. Seeing as I still need to finish #5 and write about her. But since, #6 is done; who needs order? Certainly not my thing. Oh boy, you should see my desk at work, my studio downtown and the small corner Ryan has put me in when I sew at home. Hey Ryan, "Nobody puts baby in the corner!"
He is actually very supportive of this mission, poor guy - fabric is everywhere! I don't know, if I can do this - I'll be amazed! Not too many people I'm giving my quilts to really understand the process of a quilt. Most of them have never received a quilt much less alone made one. I hope in some sort of way, it inspires them to look more into quilts and their history.
So Neighbor Das, he has gotten off the hook of writing the story, but here's to you Neighbor Das -
We moved into our small condo in a suburb of Denver 9 years ago. I didn't talk much to the neighbors at first. But Ryan, Mr. Mayor, was chatting up with them in no time. We hadn't ever lived anywhere where neighbors talked to you. The last encounter we had with a neighbor was when a note was received on our apartment door telling us our dog had been barking all day.
When we lived in an apartment, we only had Louis and Anaheim. Louis was and still is a Houdini (had to look the spelling of that up!). It was a perfectly normal day. I put them in their crates with their treats, closed their kennels and turned my pot roast on low on my way out the door. I got home around 5:30 with a beautifully written note on our door. "Dear Neighbors, your dog has been barking ALL day. We just wanted you to be aware." Oh great, I thought, here we go. I quickly open the door to see what was the matter, they don't normally bark ALL day, just for a few minutes. Oh my gosh, is that blood??? All over our berber carpet - leading right into the bedroom? Panic has completely come over me, DID SOMEONE BREAK IN AND MURDER MY DOGS!?! I run through the bedroom door to see Louis sitting right in front of Anaheim's crate eating my bloody pot roast. He apparently escaped prison early that morning and had jumped on the counter, gotten the lid off my crock pot, drug it into the bedroom and was feasting on it right before Anaheim's eyes. That's why Anaheim was barking ALL day. Needless to say, we didn't have pot roast that night. Now why would I say needless to say but still say it?
See, I just went completely off point!
Ryan's known neighbor Das far longer than me, but since Ryan works a lot, Das and I spent time together going to dinner or taking turns making dinner. At first my Dad was surprised at my friendship with another male, until they meet him and realized men and women can be friends. I don't have one particular story over another of the fun, crazy times we have had. So, I think I'll just put them in the blog as they happen. What I can give you is a list to ponder on.
Sledding down his stairs in an actual sled.
Ryan and him getting into mischief and cutting his carpet with a power tool.
Fourth of July when he told me I didn't need to start the outside fire so early, but then there was a monsoon, and well - told you so, was my reaction.
The time I cut open my toe and used all of his iodine and the next day his bathroom looked like a murder scene. (sorry about that)
Every Sunday during football season, we find our way to the local Vikings bar to support our team.
Fantasy football - I picked all the players this year and guess what? He ranked the highest yet for him in his fantasy football league.
Playing catch with him and Ryan in the green belt - both nagging me about the same thing.
Oh my gosh - there are SO many stories and most of them are funny.
I grabbed the fabrics for his quilt knowing that he would love it. He is an avid fisherman and loves to hunt with his brother and friends in South Dakota. He watches the Simpsons almost every night and loves to read and camp. He's a pretty good cook too.
Since Das is a very close friend of ours and our neighbor, I'm sure he'll show up on the blog more than once or twice and each time he does, I'm sure they'll be a story to tell.
Oh and his cat HATES me.