Saturday, June 14, 2014
Happy Father's Day, Pop! Love you always!
Sunday, February 02, 2014
It has been a while since Daisy Dog has appeared in my blog and it is overdue!
Every year, Daisy Dog and Ittel Cat get gifts for Christmas. We usually open them on Christmas Eve. Due to their limited incomes, they do not reciprocate!
Daisy usually gets a new squeaky toy for her gift and Ittel (since she never learned to play with toys in all her 22 years) gets kitty treats.
This Christmas, I got Daisy a new collar and decided that, since she plays with her new toys for about a week and then ignores them for her old favorite ball, I would regift from a previous years toy. I carefully wrapped the gifts and on Christmas eve helped them unwrap them. Ittel was purrfectly content with her treats. Daisy totally got the wrong idea when she opened her new collar and thought we were going somewhere..anywhere! After she calmed down from that disappointment, she opened her toy and was really excited until she discovered it didn't squeak. I had made a terrible mistake by picking a discarded one that had lost it's squeaker.
So, after I got back from Arizona, I had a fit of conscience and purchased her a brand new toy with a great squeak, wrapped it for her and helped her open it. Great success! She joyfully ran around the house squeaking, tossing and enjoying it for a couple of hours.
Then she was totally exhausted and.....
It is now a week later and the new toy lies abandoned under the coffee table and she is back to the old favorite ball.
Now, I could draw a lot of comparisons to living healthy, deferred rewards and other stuff, but I'm not going to because this was just for fun!
Stay happy, Sparkies (and give Stitchy a hug for me, Mamadwarf!)
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
You will never know how much your kind words have meant to me during the loss of my father. His funeral was beautiful, very personal to him and heart wrenching.
I would like to share with you one of my wonderful memories of him. This picture of my Dad and I dancing was taken at my daughter's wedding 18 years ago. (Neither of us are/were very good dancers, though!)
This epitomizes his joy in life that never faltered to the very end.
Love you, Pop!
Thursday, January 02, 2014
My Dad left us yesterday. He was 96 years old and the best person I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He always was truthful (even when it hurt), he had a wicked sense of humor and an innate intelligence. Was he perfect? Probably not, but he sure came close!
I will miss him. He and my Stepmom were married for 52 years and she took excellent care of him in the last few years as he became more fragile.
When I heard he had died, I rang the little cloisonne bell on my Christmas tree that he had brought from China several years ago. I hope this angel got his wings. He deserves them.
I am sad, but grateful that he did not have to be in pain and he did not die alone. He went quietly into that good night.
Thursday, May 09, 2013
I had big plans to go to see my daughter, sil and granddaughters in a Minneapolis suburb last Friday (May3). When I got up all set to put my already packed bag and Daisy dog in the pickup to take off, there was six inches of heavy wet snow on the ground. The road report did not sound promising. After many e-mails and test messages (did I tell you I finally got an I Phone?), left around 11 and, by then, the roads were clear but wet. The trip went very well with only a couple of blips! My GPS told me to turn right at one road and then immediately started screaming "recalculating, recalculating, recalculating!!! turn right in on mile, turn right in one mile!!! I reached the one mile mark and that road was a gravel road covered in snow, so I did a U turn (don't tell anyone) and finally made it back to the correct road.
As soon as my granddaughter, Emily, got home from school we headed for the material store and purchased material which she picked out, thread, zipper, interfacing and all the other findings to help her make a dress. Emily is 10 and she asked her mom for a dress pattern for Christmas, so it seemed like we were all set to go on it. At this point, the dress had cost $10 for the pattern and another $28 for material, etc.
Friday night Emily helped iron the pattern and cut out the pieces, then Saturday morning while she was at a girl scout function we pinned the pattern. We worked on the dress intermittently through the weekend with Emily sporadically ironing seams, stitching simple seams and my daughter doing most of the rest with input from me. When she was little, I made all her clothes and most of mine, but haven't done much sewing for years.
Saturday afternoon everything stopped and we put on our Kentucky Derby hats and watched the 139th running for the roses.
Our mint juleps tasted surprisingly like Margaritas because we went directly from Kentucky to Cinco de Mayo (no pics, but the sombreros were impressive! and the Southwestern casserole was delicious).
After church on Sunday, dress making went forward and here is Emily modeling:
In our spare time, we went shopping for a mother's day gift for me and purchased some items to go on top of the kitchen cabinets.
Emily went happily off to school on Monday in her new dress and Daisy dog (who was very, very good) and I headed for home. Now, two days later, I feel rested up and ready to go camping tomorrow!
Hugs to all my Sparkies!
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