I think I started out at work, and I was doing my usual lock setting at work. I seemed to be up and about quit often, but I'm not really sure why. I looked at the clock several times during what seemed to be a long expanse of time, and it didn't seem to move much. I realized that the battery in it had gone dead, so I went and told Ron (supervisor) or Roy (team leader) about it. I don't think that anyone else was really noticing that that clock had stopped or slowed way down. I think one or two of the other clocks around the place had done the same thing, but they weren't noticed either.
I think that I after I brought it to someone's attention, I went into the key cutting room to get my next batch of locks. When I came out of the key cutting room, I realized that I needed to use the bathroom. I didn't want to take the lock orders into the bathroom with me, but I was already almost there, so I spotted Loy's (guy from work) cart for going around and gathering stuff from everyone for packing, and I decided to set them on there. While I was in the bathroom, I thought that Loy might see them and try to staple them, thinking that they were keys instead of locks. I hurried in the bathroom and went back out. Sure enough, he had walked off with the cart, taking the lock orders with him. I found him in front of the key cutting room stapling the locks. I got them and told him it was my mistake for putting them there, and I should have put them on my desk. I was a little annoyed that he didn't check what he was stapling before he actually did it, but I figured that he wouldn't.
So I got them and went over to my desk and removed the staples from all the ones that he had just closed up. While I was sitting there, something caught my eye. I looked over in the direction of the clock again, and I noticed a bit of water along the wall and on the floor. I looked up, and there was a large wet and brown spot on the ceiling above the clock, about a foot away from the wall. It had been raining outside (and I think it still was at this point), and we wound up springing a leak. I think things went a bit haywire for a little while, but finally things calmed back down, we finished up, and I left and went home.
We were living at the apartments in Las Colinas again, but things were a bit switched around. I came in the front door, and instead of the main room being the living room, it turned out to be our bedroom. I noticed that there was a new knitted or crocheted cover on the bed. The bed was against the wall where our computer desks had been. Our living room stuff was now in the bedroom.
Anyway, the new cover was a dark red, kind of like a ruby/burgundy red. It was very pretty, although it was just slightly small for the bed, and it seemed a little thin. Em was there, and I think she helped point it out to me, as well as a small gift that was there for me on the bed: A small hand made lace bookmark. The bookmark was the same color as the new bedding. It was in a box or envelope sort of thing at first, and I pulled it out of that. I thought that it was perfect because I could use it right away. I had a book I was reading to put it in.
I went into the "living room" to ask my mom about it. She happened to be there, but it wasn't quite like she was visiting. It was almost like she lived there with us. I think I had assumed that Grandma Beddows had made them for us. After talking with mom for a moment, she informed me that Grandma Beddows had passed away, so they couldn't be from her. She then told me that SHE (mom) had made them! I was surprised. I didn't realize that she could make things like that, and I thought it was great that she had done so. I think there had also been something else to come with the bedding and the bookmark, but I forget now what it was.
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