January 10th and 11th, Saturday and Sunday

I taught my big bag class at the quilt shop on Saturday. I have always loved teaching people new things, at work, with my girls, in crafting, whatever. Recently I have seriously been thinking about going back to get my Master's to teach nursing. One of the profs from Oakton Community College has been challenging me to do that as she has given me two different second semester students to work with me in the past two years. She says I have a gift for it. More formal education is frightening though, with the cost so high. There is tuition reimbursement now that Condell is part of Advocate, but to get the full benefit of that, I would have to go full time, which Chuck isn't crazy about. We will have to wait and see.
In the meantime, on a less serious education note:

We had much fun doing this class. The participants were enthusiastic and I enjoyed chatting with them. Since the shop owner also took the class, I was able to take my sample home with me. It always amazes me when people are doing the exact same project, how the fabrics are different depending on their personal likes and preferences.
This is Shelly, the shop owner and she picked this gorgeous batik quilted fabric and I picked the purple binding for her. She name the bag, the "super, ginormous bag".
I know Enid from quilt retreat and from guild, so we happily chatted the entire time. I almost have her talked into coming with us on Thursday for the retreat.

This is the first time I have ever met Shiela, but she is a nurse, so we also had many things to discuss.
My dear husband worked on the driveway for hours:
I worked Saturday night and was in the nursery for church and then we did many errands Sunday afternoon.
One of the errands was to buy a new kitchen sink. Our sink is original to the house and is in such bad shape that I can't make the stains go away any more. We spent what seemed like hours in Home Depot making a choice and finally came home with something that is just beautiful. Will show you when it is installed, which may be tomorrow.
I did gobs of laundry yesterday and took a brief nap on the couch, talked to my sister for a very long time and we ordered a pizza.
It's right in the neighbor hood and we just love this pizza. It aint' no Nancy's, but it is a very close second. Because we pick it up, we get a little piece of a pizza magnet and when we have 8, we get a free pizza and lookee what we did last night!!!
Then we lazed around and I was so tired, I fell asleep on the couch. Then suddenly, POP,
all of the lights went out and the entire neighborhood was black. Oodles of emergency vehicles were flying down the road behind us and then the road was closed.
Chuck and I were looking out of Catie's window and the shadows on the show were breathtaking. There was a full moon out and without the light pollution, the snow looked like diamonds.
We were in bed by 9 pm and were fully expecting to not have power or lights all night, but Chuck said that Com Ed had us up and running by 10 p.m.
This morning while searching the Internet, I found out what happened:
I am just sick about it. I can't imagine losing a child so tragically. While driving home from errands, I slowed my car, put on my emergency lights and prayed over the sight of the crash:
This pole was replace, but had been snapped off. My thoughts go out to the families of these victims.