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1. I think I have a better plan in place for the new glass/photography studio redo. When I get it going more, I will take some pictures.
2. Tomorrow Pete sees the surgeon who is going to be doing his hip replacement surgery and we will find out a lot more, like when it will happen and if he will do both at the same time, etc. He is ready….more than ready, to get this thing going.
3. I just about finished the mosaic birdhouse I have to make for ArtsHOP and will probably grout it on Wednesday. I’ve had this on the back burner for so long now and really wish I hadn’t procrastinated so much on it. I’ll take a picture when it is done.
4. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of mom’s passing. I think about and miss her every day. I miss her voice, her advice, her sneezes, her cooking, her hands, her face, her smile, her eyes, her hugs, kisses, her touch, her presence, her love....
5. About 20 years ago I made a Tree of Life window just for myself. I drew a design of what I thought a Tree of Life looked like--to me - nothing fancy, just a simple little thing. I’ve been asked many times over the years if it was for sale, and I always said no.
Well, a friend of a friend came here a few weeks ago to buy a print from me. We passed by the Tree of Life window hanging in the sliding glass doors on the way to the studio and she walked over to it. As we both stood in front of it, she started telling me about her daughter and how she was killed in an auto accident many years ago and how a Tree of Life became symbolic to her of how her daughter lives on in her heart and mind through the Tree of Life. She asked if I would make one for her exactly like mine. Well, I really didn’t want to duplicate it, (plus I’m just so darn busy right now) so without any more thought about it, I offered her mine. At first she didn’t want to take it, but I insisted it was okay. I wrapped it up and she took it with her. Before she left she asked what I was going to hang in that window now, and I told her I didn’t know and that she was going to have to come back someday and see.
My Tree of Life . . . .
1. I think I have a better plan in place for the new glass/photography studio redo. When I get it going more, I will take some pictures.
2. Tomorrow Pete sees the surgeon who is going to be doing his hip replacement surgery and we will find out a lot more, like when it will happen and if he will do both at the same time, etc. He is ready….more than ready, to get this thing going.
3. I just about finished the mosaic birdhouse I have to make for ArtsHOP and will probably grout it on Wednesday. I’ve had this on the back burner for so long now and really wish I hadn’t procrastinated so much on it. I’ll take a picture when it is done.
4. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of mom’s passing. I think about and miss her every day. I miss her voice, her advice, her sneezes, her cooking, her hands, her face, her smile, her eyes, her hugs, kisses, her touch, her presence, her love....
5. About 20 years ago I made a Tree of Life window just for myself. I drew a design of what I thought a Tree of Life looked like--to me - nothing fancy, just a simple little thing. I’ve been asked many times over the years if it was for sale, and I always said no.
Well, a friend of a friend came here a few weeks ago to buy a print from me. We passed by the Tree of Life window hanging in the sliding glass doors on the way to the studio and she walked over to it. As we both stood in front of it, she started telling me about her daughter and how she was killed in an auto accident many years ago and how a Tree of Life became symbolic to her of how her daughter lives on in her heart and mind through the Tree of Life. She asked if I would make one for her exactly like mine. Well, I really didn’t want to duplicate it, (plus I’m just so darn busy right now) so without any more thought about it, I offered her mine. At first she didn’t want to take it, but I insisted it was okay. I wrapped it up and she took it with her. Before she left she asked what I was going to hang in that window now, and I told her I didn’t know and that she was going to have to come back someday and see.
My Tree of Life . . . .