The mend of the PJs continues. From here. A little wobbly probably because the patch is a bit of a loose weave but I wanted the flexibility in the elbow. But also I just didn't (didn't need to worry) care that much. It is aligned enough to function and well... it will be an interesting new form for the plaid.
Today, all my free and free enough classes may be unavailable due to a Typepad (the internet host) Server error. Which is a reminder, again, to move them. My to do list is like a river.
Dad's painting is the kindest reminder I have. I can hear him saying, things take time. Remain useful.
So, ok let me loosely consider another A. A for Again. Again.
Human beings can be so amazing. The things we do. Isn’t it amazing how some of us have this urge to create? Paintings, stitching, music? I’m always amazed. And then sometimes I think we are the worst. Destroying the planet, being mean. It’s all a mishmash. But love and life always prevail. I love your father’s painting.
We are all that is possible for us to be, so far…
The wisdom of our Dads. I remember mine telling me the more things I liked the happier I would be.
Things were said so casually, some I probably remember without knowing
That hunched posture, an old man’s hands…the concentration, patience…beautiful…and his words, his words…
xo
really warm memories.
Love, love, loved this post. I’m recovering from some pretty intense surgery and health problems. My needle skills of all kinds are slow and I’m really trying to learn to slow down, repetition is how we learn, good enough is really good enough. Your work gives me such happiness 😊
I am so happy to provide some sense of joy. Joy heals!
Love the painting!
Me too…
…the kindest reminder….I shall borrow that if I may…kind reminders…says it all. And encompasses a entire world experienced….
You have a way Jude..you most certainly do….:):)
Thank you 🙂
the painting was done was he was young and he actually looked a bit like this as an old man.
Such an admirable painting. Beautiful. Yesterday I got to assist in hunting skelton parts in an owl’s digested pellet to determine its prey. Discovering bone by bone, slow and easy. Like an “A”rcheologist 😊🦉
I love the word archeology. it can be a metaphor for so many things.
Enough to be functional perfect.
WE Need at least that!
All of Typepad seems to be down, there was a message that they were doing maintenance this month. Mending… 🙂
They are, but it is not part of that, they got hacked. But they say they are on it.
Good to know…
HOW WONDERFUL AND COMFORTING TO HAVE YOUR FATHERS ‘ PAINTING TO BE ABLE TO ACTUALLY TOUCH WHERE HE TOUCHED.
FEEL HIS LINGERING THOUGHTS AND SEE HIS TALENTS. A TRUE BLESSING!
Wonderful reminder of your father 💗
I love the painting by your father! And that your to do list us like a river. That explains it to me. Mine is flowing and meandering all over the place…. but I never imagined it as a river. What a beautiful insight! Thank you!
Your father’s painting is such a jewel. It shows well his words.
Having your Dad’s painting and those words (Things take time. Remain useful) — pure gold.
Yeah, I forget. Again and again.