summertime blues

Nope, I'm not sad, well, except that I spent last weekend in Memphis and heard none! It was a stitching weekend -- you can see the results on Crewel Intentions -- two other members of my EGA chapter also attended, but they had to be there for board meetings on Thursday while I didn't need to arrive until noon on Friday when classes began, so, I invited my sweet DH to accompany me. He drove, I read.
So why the blues? Well, I some how thought the hotel was downtown when it was actually outside the interstate circle which surrounds Memphis. Lack of planning on my part meant DH had little to do all weekend. On the other hand, he enjoyed the quiet and relaxation.
But we didn't get the blues like one couple. Sunday morning, DH took our luggage to the car. There were some people driving through the lot that seemed suspicious, so he hung around the car for a bit... the last thing he'd taken down was the bag with my laptop and school books. Sure enough those people broke into a big SUV parked up the hill from him. It happened so fast, he couldn't even do anything except tell the man (who came out right after it happened!) what he saw. The burgler somehow used something IN the keyhole to open the door and it also overrode the alarm system. That's pretty distressing. When we were pulling away, the gentleman was still talking with the security guard.
There's a little more about the weekend on my FickleStitcher blog ... and here's a little summertime "pink" to close: