We've been on the road again. This time, we drove from Oregon to Mount Rushmore and back in five days. Amazingly fun, but even after a day at home to catch my breath, I'm so exhausted I can't even begin to describe it.
See that animatronic dinosaur? Even when it was just moving its head from side to side and blinking, Leif was backing away and hiding behind me and his big sister. When it started to actually roar and lean forward a bit, he didn't want anything more to do with it. I can't quite decide whether he's really scared or enjoys playing at being scared. Either way, it's cute to watch.
We didn't get to walk around the base of the Devil's Tower. Or do more than one short trail at Yellowstone (no great tragedy because we've been there at least ten and probably more like fifteen times and I'm sure we'll be there again soon.) And I kept having to remind my husband that if I walk fast to keep up with him, I won't be walking the next day. Have I mentioned how frustrating this is?
I kept waiting for my cell phone to ring so I could find out what was wrong with the Janome and what it would cost to have it fixed. It never rang.
When we got home, there was a message on the machine that it was ready for me to pick up and there hadn't been anything wrong with it. Supposedly, the noise was in the free motion foot, which just needed to be oiled, but I've got a bad feeling about this. If my foot was the only problem, why didn't Mom's Janome foot make it work?
They checked the timing and needle position and a whole laundry list of other things, so I'm hoping that it really will work now. If it doesn't, I'm going to throw a fit. Or sob in the corner.
I think I'm going to dig out scome scungy fabric and try the practice stitching from the Free Motion Quilt Along just to see if things are okay. Or thread the machine with a wild color and just sew over the quilt sandwich that came home in the machine. Because even though I know practice sandwiches are important, I hate wasting the batting.