Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Choose Your Weapon
So, my nephew, Jon, and his wife, TC, were up here last week. TC wanted to go to a trade show that featured exhibitors selling to the, um, wholesale fabric trade. There were sewing machines, quilting machines, lots of imported cloth, and every kind of gizmo you can imagine concerned with the care and feeding of such things. The show was big enough to fill up the Rose Garden, a not-inconsiderable space.
TC and my wife spent several days there, taking classes and shopping. TC is starting her own online business, crombieTree, retailing fabric and what-not, which should be opening in the next month.
As you might imagine, such a show is not really my thing; however, my wife wanted to show me something -- she's in the market for a new sewing machine -- so I went and looked.
I wonder if my eyes looked as glazed as they felt.
I know how she looks when I've dragged her to a gun show ...
Wednesday nights on the Outdoor Channel is range night -- got Midway's Cowboys, Shooting Gallery, the NRA's American Rifleman, Guns & Ammo, Shooting USA. You can watch gun stuff until midnight, if you want -- blam! blam! ting! (That last is a shot ringing out ...)
My wife falls asleep as soon as I switch the channel, and sleeps through howitzers and machine guns going off ...
Now and again, she likes to watch the Home Improvement Channel, which, far as I can tell, is peopled by gay guys with glue guns, who think that spray-painting styrofoam stars with purple glitter and sticking them all over your walls is height of home decoration. I begin to snore before the hot glue melts ...