Well… I posted a pic on Friday morning playing with foil. It was more a silly shield against the universe, though, and not a hat. However, +Halfdan Reschat took it to another level with a marvelous tin foil helmet. From there others joined, especially at the behest of the inimitable mischief and shenanigan maker +Mz Maau.
Brother +Keith Cramer and I got in on the action tonight. I decided to do a foil weave and a cross between a cowboy hat and beach bum chapeau. Also included in the album are the extra pics I had from the first tin foil pic I posted Friday.
I received a text message from my older sister earlier. It said simply, "RIP Dad. 13 years." I was instantly taken aback. I did not remember the date or even that the anniversary of his death was this month. At the same time, I stared at the number. 13 years. 25 percent? No, I'm not that old yet; 27 percent of my life that he's been gone. Almost the entirety of my daughter's life. In so many ways, that number feels like an eternity. Yet, I still remember seeing him in the hospital that last day. I remember speaking the words to say goodbye at his funeral. I can remember his voice, filled with pride, when he packed me off to college. I remember how his face looked when I was a young boy and he told me my next oldest sister had "gone to the Lord." I remember in high school when he helped me build a working full-size catapult. Or the day he, who never got in the pool, came home and jumped in because the temperature topped 100 degrees. All of these memories and the anniversary of his death came to me as a text message reminder. Truly, what kind of son was I? However, in 13 years, there has not been a day gone by where I did not look at my world and wish I could share some aspect with him. I see his stubbornness peeking through in my teenager. I approach building or fixing things with the question, "Now, how would Dad do this?" So many times, I still have the knee jerk reaction to get in the car and just go ask him, or to borrow the right tool out of his old and worn toolbox. 13 years. 4,745 days. I miss him, as I am sure my two surviving siblings do, much more than this one day. I have never been a man good with dates and pinning times like a note to a cork board. My brain just does not work that way. Aside from a few birthdays, I am totally and embarrassingly reliant on my older sis, who has a head for these things, or on calendars or electronics – which still require me to pause and write things out or program the information into them. But where I never have to pause to remember, what I never forget over 4,745 days, or for as many days that I have left, is that he will always be beside me. I know he is there cheering my successes, telling me to buck up when life disappoints, that good things will come if you are willing to work for them, and of course, to be the man I am. The man who may not remember a day, but always remembers 4,745 of them. I miss you Dad. I love you.
After posting "DIE WINTER DIE! Part Uno* I received this brand new #autoawesome in my notifications. It's as if WINTER IS FIGHTING BACK! +Jake Kern said it could hear me… HE'S A WITCH!!!? DIE WINTER DIE! Part Deux
After posting “DIE WINTER DIE! Part Uno* I received this brand new #autoawesome in my notifications. It’s as if WINTER IS FIGHTING BACK! +Jake Kern said it could hear me… HE’S A WITCH!!!
Daughter and I set up our tank again (we fell out of it after the last established tank crashed and we lost every fish in two days). Still fighting some water born algae blooms and introducing fish. Love having it back again! What's the G+ community to be in for freshwater aquarium advice?? Latest Aquarium Setup
Daughter and I set up our tank again (we fell out of it after the last established tank crashed and we lost every fish in two days). Still fighting some water born algae blooms and introducing fish. Love having it back again! What’s the G+ community to be in for freshwater aquarium advice?
Because the ladies were so kind as to give me pictures… Even though, apparently a camera rarely works on +Nikki C unless she is sideways, mustached, or holding a mug! Her and her riding mates +Brigitte W. and +Kyla Myers rock this out!
“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just...come out the other side. Or don't.” by Stephen King The Stand