Singing the Blues

Well, I might as well go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.  When I listened to the voicemail about picking up my sewing machine yesterday, he asked me to bring in a zigzag foot.  I had only given him a quarter-inch foot.  It makes sense now that he would want to check the zigzag, but I didn't think of it at the time.

So this morning, I got up bright and early and was at the shop when the doors opened to pick up my sewing machine.  He checked the tension with the zigzag and found a problem that he couldn't fix while I waited.  So . . . . . . I didn't get to bring it home.  He needs to take it apart again and spend more time with it.  The saga continues. 

I'm so lonely without my sewing machine to keep me company.  It's good for George though.  It means walks in the woods with him, which isn't such a bad thing.