lovely card that my talented blogger friend Linda sent me a while back? Well, I finally got a frame for it - didn't it turn out great? I'd been looking for a suitable frame for a while and I ventured into WalMart today and they actually had a pretty decent selection of reasonably priced do-it-yourself frames. Normally, I'd just call my friend Susan who has framed most of my artwork for the past, oh, twenty years or so - but in keeping with my resolution to be even more frugal this year, I decided to see if I could find something that looked like Susan had done the work. Ariela thinks it's odd that I gravitate toward plain (mostly black) frames, but I like to see the thing in the frame - not have my eye drawn to the frame itself. That's definitely what I accomplished here - and on the perfect day, too. I had decided to take the day - or at least the morning off - and do errands, have lunch, go for a ride - something outside the house. I was feeling a little down this morning; it's my official bad day every year. Everyone has one, for one reason or another. My dad passed away twenty-six years ago today - and not a day goes by that I don't think of him - and usually it's something funny that he said or did. He was smart and funny and kind and generous - and the biggest coffee-holic I have every known. He would have appreciated Linda's coffee artwork, believe me. This man could drink an entire pot of coffee by himself in the morning before anyone else was even awake. Then he'd put another pot on to brew while he showered and dressed. He and the dog would have peanut butter on toast for breakfast with another cup of coffee. Then he'd fill his thermos with the remainder of the pot and down the road he'd go. He was a computer geek before the Geek Squad even existed. Before Bill Gates invented Windows. When computer programs got loaded into systems on magnetic strips. Am I aging him or me? Anyhow, I have no idea how many times Daddy refilled his thermos throughout the day, but the first thing he did when he came home was make a fresh pot of coffee. He could drink the stuff all evening and still sleep like a baby. Maybe the man was impervious to the effects of caffeine - who knows? If he were a superhero, he'd have been CoffeeMan. See, he still makes me laugh - even from the Great Beyond.
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