spam

First time I had span on this site. Guess i was lucky.

I could not figure a way to delete just the comment, so i took out the whole message.

It was about getting Davey board.

If there is a way to remove comments would someone tell me how. Please

from the comics, again

Born Looser:

I bought a new puppy -- It's a Portuguese Water Dog.

I didn't know you speak Portuguese.

I don't.

Then how is the dog going to understand your commands?



Maybe that is what is wrong with Leo, I need to learn Italian!

I have good grandkids I am very proud of each of them.
In this picture: Brianna, Alan, Amy, daughter Lora and Andrew.

it was a dream

Emily was 3 or 4 in my dream. She was sitting in the floor crying and saying: “I not stinky.” and then she cried some more.

Apparently Grandma had described her condition and Em had taken exception. Grandma had gone to start the bath water.

I called: “Come here Emily.” She came over to me an she was stinky.

I picked her up and wrapping my gorilla arms around her. She stopped crying.

“Papa loves you. He will always love you.”

I don’t want Em to be 3 or 4 again. She is growing to be a very beautiful lady and I am proud of her, but I can be forgiven if I look back at those days with a bit of nostalgia.

Rumor is that the other grandkids were in a similar condition from time to time, but they did’t spend as much time in my house. They lived further away. And when they were in my house and in a similar position, there was a mother hovering around to solve such problems.

The Big Guy upstairs says the same thing to me. “Yes, you are a stinker, but you are My stinker and I love you.”

I love you Emily. I always will.

(Same goes for Joshua and Jessica and Matthew and Brianna and Ben and Alan and Griffith and Andrew and David and Amy, who is still the littlest of them all! I love you guys.)

move

I am moving my small art studio.

That does not sound difficult, but it gets complex.

The studio I have been using is small (which is workable) and it was well insulated in the old days but now with retirement financial restrictions, heating it in cold weather with an electric heater is not so good.

Then there is the issue of downsizing, of getting rid of things and stuff and junk we no longer need or will use.

There is another space, a tiny bit larger that is next to my wood shop in the same building. It is not much better insulated, but that can be upgraded quite easily. I used to have my cabinet shop office in that space. It is a decent space with a 9 foot ceiling (lots of room for tall shelves!).

Back before she retired I told miriam I would make her a ceramic studio in that space and that promise and the firestorm that any out loud consideration produced, put any move on the back burner. But ceramics is a spendy hobby to setup, and she the time when she could do the work has past I fear.

So, moving my studio to a more friendly and easier to heat space makes more sense.

So I began working on making that studio work. The window had a broken pane, so I installed a new window that I had left over from a job, and began relocating all of the stuff inside the space.

I have worked on it all week, quite steadily. It is looking good. It will be a good place to work, and as a bonus, it has a nice window that looks over a very private space. The law of unintended consequences is at work here too.

The walls need paint and the trim on the doors and the base needs to be changed, and the lights can be upgraded and and and!

What was I thinking, I wonder at times. I am not always sure.

for a while, the last please

In the last week and a bit, we have been to three funerals.

All were women, all were friends.

One was a year younger than my mother would have been. One was within a few months of my age, an one the age of a beloved daughter of mine.

They were all good women.

Elizabeth, who was born a year after my mother, came to our town some years ago when her granddaughter was going through a divorce and had three small children. She told her son that granddaughter needed her.

She did what had to be done and a lot more. Her grandson, who is about 12, wept deeply at the service. She had been there his whole life. He, above all, will miss her.

Grandmothers are so special. If you have one, hug her, write her, call her. If you do not, find a “grandmother” that needs a bit of attention and adopt her!

mister leo

switch

My head is seriously hijacked -- often.

Those catchy little tunes, often that have little or no meaning, but stick like ugly glue, you know the one?

Sometimes I pick one up at church and days later my head is still going in circles with that tune.

Sometimes a bit of Tchaikovsky or Brahms drowns the hijacker out, and sometimes it just has to live its life. And sometimes the demon is a phrase from the aforementioned composer.

And if there are words, they muddle and change into something totally different.

Wish I had a switch.