It's about time I posted again

Standing on my feet for a 40 hour week, even if it is at a job I love, wears me out. I am off today and have cleaned house, run errands, started going to a quilt guild and felt a bit more alive.

Life is good.

Quilt guild.

It is hard to go join a large group of women is hard. At least for me it was hard.

I had heard about the group from a woman who came to the book store looking for a donation for the guild quilt show. She was nice and told me about the guild and invited me to come. Unfortunately I didn't see her when I entered.

I was a big girl, I pasted a smile on my face and looked for a friendly face. All I saw were faces of ladies working on quilts and talking to friends. I thought about backing out and pretending I had a home emergency, but instead I found a place to sit pulled out my quilt.

Eventually the woman next to me started to talk to me. Her name is Carol and she is quite nice.
So was the woman next to her, and the woman across from me and the woman on the other side of me and the ...well you get the picture. I had fun and plan to go back.

My Father's Memorial Service.

My sister arranged a beautiful service. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of old family friends who came.

Two brothers, about my age, came from New York. My oldest (longest duration) friend came from Princeton and brought her mother and her sister. Their coming meant and still means the world to me. One of the men and my childhood friend both talked about what my father meant to them. Thinking about it still brings tears to my eyes. It helped me to see my father from a different perspective.