Just stuff

Yesterday afternoon, a little after five p.m., we went to Walmart to look at small fans to help our air circulation in the house. (We bought four $14 fans!) We spent maybe 45 minutes in the store, and when we left, we noticed a lot of police cars on the other side of the Walmart parking lot (the side we'd entered on). There was crime-scene tape stretched around about a third of the parking lot. (That would not have been possible on a Saturday, when Walmart parking lots are full!) We wondered what it was all about and discussed the many odd people we'd seen in the store, but that's par for the course to see odd people in Walmart.

On the evening news, we heard that there had been a bomb scare called in at 5:30 when a suspicious package was found in the parking lot. The bomb squad came and took the package away, and the police were investigating to find out who might have left the package there. We were not hindered in any way from leaving the store, so I don't know if they went around and got license plates. The device (if one can call it that) was in a black case, something like a tool case, and it had cylinders and electrical wiring inside it. (That could be any number of medical devices, couldn't it?)

I broke down and ordered my new sewing machine online since Amazon offered the best price (even with shipping). It won't arrive until July 7, so I'm eagerly planning several projects. I've got a friend interested in purchasing my Kenmore that's only a couple of years old (maybe three?), since it's a basic machine. When I got it, I thought, "Well, I don't sew much anymore, so this is all I need." Practical, yes. But ultimately, I was always so frustrated with what the machine could NOT do that I didn't sew much at all. I'd gotten spoiled by my previous expensive machine (it's still ensconced in the huge heavy sewing machine cabinet). That machine could do all sorts of wonderful things, but we moved it once too often and got it out of whack. It kept tangling and knotting up in the bobbin compartment and the thread kept breaking, so I could have had an expensive service call to the house to fix it, or I could have dismantled it from the cabinet and brought it somewhere. Anyway, this is a picture of my new machine:


Earlier today I did a little project for fun, a sort of tongue-in-cheek poke at my family members who are constantly belittling me and "dissing" my education, as if the more education I got, the stupider I got. I don't know if I'll have the courage to wear this bright yellow t-shirt, but it's still funny to me.



And on a more serious note, my sister Sheila called yesterday. She's very worried about Sally, and I guess she just needed to talk. I told her that I didn't feel I could do anything from afar, and I expressed my concern, but Sally's husband will have to be the one who takes action. And not by kicking Sally, either, which presumably he has done. Arthur does not handle frustration well, but then, how do you handle dealing with someone who is losing her mind, as Sally seems to be? It hurts to think about Sally dying, but I'm almost resigned to the fact that she will eventually kill herself. I just hope someone will step in and help her, and I hope Amber gets the help she needs, too.