I made the long trip, 12 miles I think, to the hospital where my Big Brother is being held hostage, hoping I could get him released and he could come home with me so we could bond over my Little Houses Schnibbles project tonight. But guess what I discovered? I don't think the doctor has even been in to check him out yet! I am not happy, and I'm betting my Brother isn't happy either. I did mention to the gal that I wasn't happy, and that this would never happen again. And it won't. I'll find a new doctor.
No idea what is going on but it seems weird. Maybe there is a problem of some sort that I don't know about, but you'd think they would give me a clue if that was the case. Meanwhile, I know my old machine was having tension problems, but I am going to drag it out tonight and set it up to see if I can get it to sew straight seams. I just won't do anything like quilting that would show!