Today was a very nice day.  The sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot.  After having rainy, dreary days, we always joke around about wondering what that big, round, yellow thing in the sky is.  Well, we saw it today.

Bill and I went to lunch with our daughter and our good friend.  We went to a Mexican restaurant.  We ate too much and talked up a storm.  It was so much fun!

To top it off, Bill and I came home and took a nap!  Now, you can't beat that.

P.S.  It was a wonderful day when our daughter introduced us to her co-worker and friend.  She has become a friend to us all.  We are blessed to know her. 

Here are two more things I have worked on in my ceramics class.  The first one I started and almost finished during a Saturday class, and then completely finished later on.  Sometimes I think I need to do something more than once because the first piece is like a practice one.  I think I would do a better job on the second one or even the third or fourth.  Anyway, I guess the plate is a pretty good first try.  I can see lots of places that I could have done better or differently.

The second one I did for my son.  He likes skulls, and he was kind enough to say he liked this one.  It was hard to get a good photo, but the second turned out kind of unusual, and in a way I like it.

For a long time, I have struggled with writing this.  Should I make public a painful and private event in my life?  By not saying anything, do I make the event trival?  So after thinking about it, I decided that I have to write something.

But what do I write about one of the people who raised me and was in my life for 63 years?  How do I honor such an important person?  I think I honor that person, my dad, by telling you something about him.  He passed away on August 21 at the age of 91.  He lived a full life for over 81 years, until a stroke got the best of him.  I try not to remember him in a bed unable to fully say what he wanted, unable to walk, and unable to lead the active life he once led.  Despite his problems, I can't forget the smile on his face when he looked at me.  His smile made me smile back at him; I just couldn't help it.  He wasn't a complainer.  He took what life (meaning God) gave him and went with it.  Of course, like everyone else, he had his down times.  Who wouldn't?

I honor him by remembering him being a faithful husband to a wonderful wife who loved him with all her heart.  My mom misses him more than she can say.  They were married over 64 years!  I honor him by remembering the crazy, fun-loving man who raised me and my two sisters.  I honor him by remembering that he taught me a lot of good things, most of which I can't tell you about specifically.  I know he taught me to do my best whenever I did something.  That has helped me in my life--at work and with my family, friends, and the people I've met along the way.  He taught me not to take life too seriously; to enjoy a good time, but don't go overboard.  He was raised during the Depression and didn't have much or go much.  He felt quilty about going too much and, I think, about spending too much.  Because he was in the Air Force when I was growing up, he helped me to accept change and make the most of where I was.  That helped me later when I married an Army guy.  I honor him by acknowledging that his values have rubbed off on me and made me a better person.

I've added a few links to posts that I wrote about him in the past.  Read them if you want to get a glimpse of what he was like.  It isn't complete, but that's okay.  The first ones show his funny side.

Things my father would say.

The time between his death and his funeral was a sad time, but I felt the support of my mother, sisters, husband, children, and rest of the family and friends.  In the scheme of things, not much time has passed since he left us.  I still have a whole lot of tears to shed and many memories to laugh about.

My dad was buried with full military honors.  One of my brothers-in-law sang "What a Friend We Have in Jesus."  The minister talked about my dad's joy and faithfulness.  My mom was given an American flag.  His body now lies on a pretty slope in a national cemetery.  I believe I'll see him again in heaven.  For now, we all still cry for the loss of a great man.

Daddy, I salute you!

Approximately two and a half years ago when we were in the middle of buying a new house, we started a list.  It was a list of things we wanted for the house, like gutters, patio furniture, dining room furniture, and full-length mirrors for the bathrooms.

An electric fireplace insert and surround sound for the living room are the only things left on our list because a couple of weeks ago we were able to take two more things off that list.  They are a recliner for my husband and two end tables for the living room.

Here are photos:

...you hold tension in your jaws and if you wiggle your toes, your jaws would loosen up and you'd feel more relaxed.  Anyway, that's what my favorite magazine says.

I've finished another ceramic project!  I'm very happy with the way it turned out.  I took more than one photo because the back and bottom are neat, too.  Don't you think it is ever so cute?!

I just got back from the dentist.  Last Saturday when we were out of town, the crown of my very back right tooth on the bottom came off.  Don't get me started on the panic of possibly swallowing it and the pain when my tongue or something cold touched it.

One of my sisters-in-law saved the day.  She said put a dab of toothpaste under your crown and stick it back on your stub of a tooth until you can get to the dentist.  It worked!  It came off once, but I applied the toothpaste again and it held until I saw my dentist this morning.  My dentist said I did a good job by using the toothpaste. 

So now that the pain of having a crown off is over, there is the pain of paying the dentist.  Our insurance didn't cover any of it.

Anyway, thanks, Sharon!

Sign seen on the back of a huge semi yesterday:

This truck makes ridiculously wide turns.