July 22, 2003

EMusic

Part of crafting is listening to great music. I love EMusic. They have an excellent jazz collection and it's reasonable.

Right now I'm downloading some Joe Pass. I love Joe Pass.

I downloaded music from Rosemary Clooney, Django and Charlie Parker.

Like I said some great collections.

Check it out!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 2:00 PM

July 18, 2003

Being a Ya-Ya

I am a Ya-Ya sister. We started this group after reading the book. We all read it and decided that it was our little group. We read, we craft, we make jelly, apple butter, wine, kahlua, irish cream... And we have our secrets.

I am the oldest member. I like hanging out with younger women. They seem to accept me for what I am. A craft woman.


I've been crafting for over 30 years. I started crafting when I was 12 years old. My mom taught me how to knit. My sister taught me how to crochet. I've been embroidering forever and I can't remember when I learned. The last thing my mom taught me how to do, before she had a stroke, was tat. She taught me to tat 19 years ago.

My mom-in-law was a craft woman but she didn't craft. Her gift was finding nice projects. When she died I inherited all her mom's quilts and crafting supplies. She was my first Ya-Ya sister. She was an original Ya-Ya. The book could have been her story.

To all my Ya-Ya sisters in this world and beyond.

Mom: thanks for visiting me in my dreams. Thanks for celebrating our 20th anniversary with us. jk's treating me just fine.

Posted by Riza Rivera at 9:47 PM

Tatting Shuttles

Tatting shuttles


I have a couple of the exotic wood shuttles. I really like them.

I have a nice collection of tatting shuttles. I have a sterling silver antique one. It's the only one that I didn't buy off the net. (Not counting the cheap plastic ones found at Hobby Lobby)


I have a bone shuttle and two water buffalo horn shuttles. I love the feel of these ones. They are expensive but worth it. With these you need a crochet hook to make the picots. I converted a short pen into a crochet hook holder and I've also seen pens converted into chochet hook holders. You can also buy a cool holders on the web.

I have two sterling silver shuttles that are also necklaces. I don't wear them because they have a point for making picots.

My all time favorite is from gr-8 shuttles by the shuttles brothers. I have a link on the links page. They custom make all their shuttles. They are beautiful to work with. I have small hands so they're heaven. Randy is a great guy to deal with. He makes all the shuttles. I love rosewood. He made me a single shuttle and a double.

My favorite things to make usually use one tatting shuttle but I did learn how to use two.

I love making edgings.

I like needle tatting and I just learned how to cro-tat. I even like finger tatting. It comes in handy for the pearl tatting.


Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 9:43 PM | Comments (1)

The Blog

I didn't realize that you can find my blog using yahoo or google. Look under tatting blog.

This started out as a crafting blog but it has become a sort of journal with some tatting, some poems, some drinks, a little this and a little that. In two words: My Life.

I wouldn't have it any other way. It's personal but it isn't private.

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 4:54 PM

Riza for President!

Sen. Orrin Hatch (R-Utah) is pushing an amendment to allow foreign-born citizens to run for president. Jay Nordlinger is worried that this will benefit the Democrats, specifically in the person of Mich. Gov. Jennifer Granholm.

But I see Riza in '08, either leading the ticket or as Condi Rice's Veep. Go Orrin, go!

Posted by John Kranz at 2:49 PM | Comments (3)

July 15, 2003

Notes to Myself

Hugh Prather

Notes to Myself

If I had...only forgotten future greatness and looked at the green things and the buildings and reached out to those around me and smelled the air and ignored the forms and the self-styled obligations and heard the rain on the roof and put my arms around my wife...and it's not too late.

Today I want to do things to be doing them, not to be doing something else. I don't want to drive to get there, make love to have climaxes, or study to "keep abreast."

I don't want to do things to sell myself on myself. I don't want to do nice things for people so that I will be "nice." I don't want to work to make money, I want to work to work.

Today I don't want to life for, I want to live.


All I want to do, need to do, is stay in rhythm with myself. All I want is to do what I do and not try to do what I don't do. Just keep pace with myself. Just be what I will be.


I'm convinced that this anxiety running through my life is the tension between what I "should be" and what I am. My anxiety doesn't come from thinking about the future but from wanting to control it. It is the tension between my desire to control the world and the recognition that I can't.


It's enough that I am of comfort today. It's enough that I make a difference now.


"What do I want to be in life?" Here I assume a reason for living that is separate from life. So many now believe that their life is headed toward some grand finale. But maybe we are not moving in a direction any more than the world is. The belief that the events of my life are supposed to "add up" causes me to justify my past actions and plan against the future.


The key to having "more than enough time" is to relax. Time is change, therefore I have more time per clock-hour when I am flexible. Rigid control means less time because less change. I can lengthen my life by staying out of doctrines and ruts.


Why do I judge my day by how much I "accomplished"?


Everyone but I must look back on my behavior. They can only see my acts coupled with their results. But I must act now without knowing the results. Thus I give my actions their only possible meaning for me. And true meaning always issues from: "I choose to respond to this part of me and not to that part."

I don't live in a laboratory; I have no absolute way of knowing what effects my conduct will have. To live my life for the outcome is to sentence myself to continuous frustration and to hang over my head the threat that death may at any moment make my having lived a waste. My only sure reward is in my actions, not from them. The quality of my reward is in the depth of my response, the centralness of the part of me I act from.


If I work to an end, meantime I am confined to a process.


The rainbow is more beautiful than the pot at the end of it, because the rainbow is the now. And the pot never turns out to be quite what I expected.


There is a part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to theorize, a part that wants to sculpt, a part that wants to teach... To force myself into a single role, to decide to be just one thing in life, would kill off large parts of me.

My career will form behind me. All I can do is let this day come to me in peace. All I can do is take the step before me now, and not fear repeating an effort or making a new one.


Boredom or discontent is useful to me when I acknowledge it and see clearly my assumption that there's something else I would rather be doing. In this way boredom can act as an invitation to freedom by opening me to new options and thoughts. For example, if I can't change the activity, can I look at it more honestly?

The more I consult my deeper feelings throughout the day, the more I fall back into that place of quiet knowing to see if what I am doing is what I want to be doing.


By becoming conscious of the option my mood sets before me, I am free to decline it.


Perfectionism is slow death. Idols and ideals are based on the past. If everything were to turn out just as I would have want it to, just as I would plan, I would never experience anything new. My life would be an endless repetition of stale successes. When I make a mistake I experience something unexpected.


The key to motivation is to look at how far I have come rather than how far I have to go.


What an absurd amount of energy I have been wasting all my life trying to figure out how things "really are," when all the time they weren't.


There are no absolutes for something so relative as a human life. There are no rules for something so gentle as the heart.


My trouble is that I analyze life instead of live it.


The universe continues to function without my worry.


Happiness is a present attitude, not a future condition.


To be myself means consciously choosing which level of my feelings I am going to respond to.

An emotion can only be changed, but only to a different emotion.


If love is at the core of us, we can add love to any misery we feel.


Forgiveness is the willingness to begin. Guilt is the love of staying stuck.


What I want are words that reflect my heart, not my cleverness.


Fear is static that prevents me from hearing my intuition.


I want to live from the inside out, not from the outside in.


Second-guessing my motives undermines faith in my own mind and leads to a decision to thwart the desire I had. A healthier approach would be to accept the desire and simply seek to learn its direction, seek to clarify it rather than judge it.


Standing in front of the refrigerator: If I have to ask myself if I'm hungry, I'm not.


To listen to my intuition is to identify with my entire awareness, to be my entire experience, and not just my conscious perception. My total awareness synthesizes into a calm series of direction that is above reason.


I have discovered that when I am conscious of the radical unpredictability of the future - even the immediate future - I find it impossible to be discontent.


I am noticing that when I am bored I think I am tired of my surroundings but I am really tired of my thoughts.


It is not always necessary to think in words. Words often keep me from acting in a fully conscious way. When I am trying to figure out how I should relate to someone, usually a stranger, if I will stop and listen to the situation, and just be open, I find that I act in a more spontaneous, often original, sometimes even courageous way.


Forgiveness lifts my curse on myself so that I no longer see it projected on another.


I have two principal ways of discovering the areas where I fail to see myself. The first is acknowledging the qualities in others that irritate me. The second is acknowledging the comments that have made me defensive.


When I criticize another I see my own fault.


I have the choice of being right or being human.


Love demands nothing in return.


Insecurity means lack of self-knowledge.


There is something about compliments that scares me. Part of the reason may be that I'm afraid of getting something that can be subsequently taken away. I put myself in the hands of other people if I let my emotions lean on their statements. Another reason: I am being put on the spot and now must watch what I do to keep them thinking this way about me. Another: There is a part of me that knows I am not as good as their compliments imply. Another: I have often been insincere when saying similar things.


My friendship with Laurel seems to typify a dynamic that many of my newly forming friendships go through. At first we saw only each other's virtues. Now we are seeing only each other's faults. If we make it through this latter stage, maybe we will see each other and truly be friends.


I need to pay more attention to the feelings behind the words. I don't want to listen to just what you say. I want to feel what you mean.


For communication to have meaning it must have a life. It must transcend "you and me" and become "us." To have this kind of sharing I cannot enter a conversation clutching myself. I must enter it with loose boundaries. I must give myself to the relationship, and be willing to be what grows out of it.


Two ways I have of talking "at" other people instead of "with" them are: Talking in order to seduce them into thinking I am right, and talking in order to sound right to myself.


Self-doubt forsakes power, self-betrayal forsakes the soul. I may lose a job, a friend, or my reputation, but I lose everything when I am when I fail to act from what is at the core of me.


Our marriage used to suffer from arguments that were too short. Now we argue long enough to find out what the argument is about. And an argument is always about what has been made more important than the relationship.


My heart loves, but moods have no loyalty. Moods should be heard but never danced to.


A decision can come from strength or self-doubt.


"All I want is to be loved." Wanting to be loved, to be lovable, is not really a desire for how I want to be, but for how I want others to be.


I learn most about myself by observing myself in relation to others.


One thing has become quite clear: All acquaintances are passing. Therefore I want to make the most of every contact. I want to quickly get close to the people I meet because my experience has shown we won't be together long.

I've loved these saying since my first year in College.
--Riza

Posted by Riza Rivera at 1:34 PM

Spectrum of Love

"I love you."

There is a much greater motivation
than simply my spoken words.


For me to love is to commit myself,
freely and without reservation.


I am sincerely interested
in your happiness and well being.


Whatever your needs are,
I will try to fulfill them
and will bend in my values
depending on the importance
of your needs.


If you are lonely and need me,
I will be there.
If in that loneliness
you need to talk,
I will listen.
If you need to listen,
I will talk.
If you need the strength
of human touch,
I will touch you.


If you need to be held,
I will hold you.
I will lie naked in body with you
if that be your need.
If you need fulfillment of the flesh,
I will give you that also,
but only through my love.


I will try to be constant with you
so that you will understand
the core of my personality
and from that understanding
you can gain strength and security
that I am acting as me.
I may falter with my moods.
I may project, at times,
a strangeness that is alien to you,
which may bewilder or frighten you.
There will be times
when you question my motives.


But because people are never constant
and are as changeable as the seasons,
I will try to build up within you
a faith in my fundamental attitude
and show you that my inconsistency
is only for the moment
and not a lasting part of me.


I will show you love now.
Each and every day,
for each day is a lifetime.


Every day we live,
we learn more how to love.
I will not defer my love
nor neglect it,
for if I wait until tomorrow,
tomorrow never comes.


It is a cloud in the sky,
passing by.
They always do, you know!


If I give you kindness and understanding,
then I will receive your faith.


If I give hate and dishonesty,
I will receive your distrust.


If I give fear and am afraid,
you will become afraid and fear me.


I will give to you
what I need to receive.


To what degree (amount) I give love
is determined by my own capability.


My capability is determined
by the environment of my past experience
and my understanding
of love, truth, and God.


My understanding is determined
by my parents, friends,
places I have lived and been.
All experiences that
have been fed into my mind from living.


I will give you
as much love as I can.


If you will show me
how to give more,
then I will give more.


I can only give you
as much as you need to receive
or allow me to give.


If you receive all I can give,
then my love is endless and fulfilled.


If you receive a portion (part)
of my love,
then I will give others
the balance I am capable of giving.


I must give all that I have,
being what I am.


I have loved a boy, a girl,
my parents, art, nature, children
and myself -
only to the depth that I know myself.


All feelings in life
I find beautiful.


No human being or society
has the right to condemn
any kind of love I feel
or my way of expressing it,
if I am sincere,
sincerity being the honest realization
of myself,
and there is no hurt or pain
intentionally involved in my life
or any life my life touches.


I want to become a truly loving spirit,


Let my words, if I must speak,
become a restoration of your soul.


But when speech is silent,
does one project the great
depth of their sensitivity.


When I touch you,
or kiss you,
or hold you,
I am saying
a thousand words.


~ Walter Rinder ~

Posted by Riza Rivera at 1:07 PM | Comments (1)

Grand Marnier Recipe

Grand Orange-Cognac Liqueur


1/3 cup orange zest*
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 cups cognac or French brandy
1/2 tsp glycerine

Place zest and sugar in a small bowl. Mash and mix together with the
back of a wooden spoon or a pestle. Continue mashing until sugar is
absorbed into the orange zest and is no longer distinct. Place into
aging container. Add cognac. Stir, cap and let age in a cool dark
place 2 to 3 months, shaking monthly.

After initial aging, pour through fine mesh strainer placed over medium
bowl. Rinse out aging container. Pour glycerine into aging container
and place cloth bag inside strainer. Pour liqueur through cloth bag
Stir with a wooden spoon to combine. Cap and age 3 more months before
serving.

Note:
-----
Grand Marnier is a classic orange liqueur to be savored. While ordinary
brandy can be used, we recommend a good cognac or French brandy for best
flavor. Ready in 5 to 6 months. Makes about 1 pint.

* Authentic Grand Marnier uses bitter Haitian oranges to produce its
classic taste. You may use any type of orange peel you wish; however, a
bitter type, such as Seville, is preferred for authenticity.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Posted by Riza Rivera at 11:49 AM

Greeting cards

yahoo greeting cards Great if you have a yahoo account. You can use your address book.

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 11:10 AM

20th Wedding Anniversary

Mein Liebesqeschichete
Ist dieser Abend und du.
Hermann Hesse

And the entire history of my love
Is you and this evening.
Hermann Hesse

The vows:
I,Riza, take you, John, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day foreward, for better, for worse, in abundance and in want, in sickness and in health, to love, honour and cherish, as long as we both shall live.

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, Master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together , and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of the lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak and the cypress grow not in each other's shawdow.
---Kahil Gibran

Will you accept a heart that loves but never yields?
And burns but never melts?
Will you be at ease with a soul that quivers before the tempest,
but never surrenders to it?
Will you accept one as a companion who makes not slaves
Nor will become one?
Will you own me, but not possess me?

Then here is my heart--
Grasp it with your beautiful hand;
And here is my body--
Embrase it with your loving arms;
And here are my lips--
Bestow upon them a deep and dizzying kiss.
--Kahlil Gibran

Happy 20th Anniversary, my love!!

Always, Riza

Posted by Riza Rivera at 9:24 AM | Comments (1)

July 14, 2003

I lost 30 pounds!!

I lost 30 pounds. jk and I have been on Atkins since Feb. 17th 2003. It's been a trip. I've learned how to cut out sugar totally. That's my drug of choice. It was making me sick and I didn't even know it.

I had my first half bagel today for breakfast. It was good. I enjoyed it. But it's a bagel. It's food. Nothing more, nothing less. I had 1/4 cup of oatmeal while jk was in England. It was okay but it was pretty much half my carbs for the day. Was it worth it? Not really. I had to have more meat that day and I was feeling kind of sluggish.

Why am I on this? Becuse if I'm not I'll have to go on hypertension medication for the rest of my life and while I'm at it I'll have heartburn and get sick every night. I hit bottom and I hit it hard.

I stay on this because I love it. I love the energy. I love not being sick. I love looking in the mirror and not seeing a depressed fat person. I love feeling satisfied.

Life was one big rollercoaster ride. Sugar level up and down. Mood swings from one moment to the next. I could be smiling on one side of my face and angry on the other. Now I'm stable. I have no mood swings. My sugar level is steady.

This is for life. I can do this. It's worth it.

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 6:29 PM

Anniversary Party!

Yesterday my family threw us a 20th Wedding Anniversary party. It was a blast. It was great to see so many friends and family.

It was great to see Kirk and Eileen. I've known Kirk since I was in grade school. They have wonderful children.

Molly came. Mary (Rudy) Anaya came with her kids.

The Richard Kranz group was there. Bob and Diane were there. Richard is having surgery on the 26th of this month. He has prostate cancer. It was good to see them all.

Brian (jk's side) and Kinsey (my side) are friends. Nathan and Kipp are buddies also. Having all those kids made our day special. Kipp asked me if it was our birthday because we had the kids blow out the candles on our cake. It was too cute.

Thank you Rika, Rusty, RJ, Katey, Reg, Tim, Kyler, Kari, Kinsey, Kipp, Rick, Barb, mom and dad!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 12:21 PM | Comments (1)

July 12, 2003

New Scooter

jk bought me a new Scooter for our 20th wedding anniversary. I love it!!! jk will be going back to work soon and I needed some transportation. It's as cute as can be. It's small but powerful but the best part is it's blue, our favorite color.

I promise that I'll be careful and carry my cell phone when I ride.

Tomorrow is our anniversary party. It'll be a blast!!!

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 2:36 PM | Comments (1)

July 11, 2003

jk's back

jk's Back!!! I missed him.

We went looking for scooters this morning. I'm thinking about getting one when jk starts leaving for work. I'm not sure I want a car but a scooter may come in handy.

jk walked Skylark this morning. She loved it. She got cheated when jk was out of town. I didn't take her on long walks.

He's home!!!

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 1:46 PM

Home

Landed at DIA at 6:30 last night. We got bumped from the flight (on no) but they found Lou and I a couple seats in Business Class (yaaay!)

Great, great, great to be back! But I might miss the sunset:




Posted by John Kranz at 9:01 AM

July 10, 2003

Homeward Bound!

Wooohooo! I will leave the house in a few hours and land in Denver...oh, about six days -- no 18 hours.

Took a boat to dinner last night. We hopped in John's RIB and buzzed across the harbor to "The Ship's Inn" in Del Quay. This landlubber always enjoys the water. I'll post some pictures when I get back.

The weather has been perfect for days. It is beautiful here and my hosts have gone way above and beyond the call. But I can't wait to be back home where I belong.

The business plan is pretty close. They will finish and polish after we go. Things look good to start on Aug 1 -- fingers crossed.

See y'all soon. Cheers!

Posted by John Kranz at 1:47 AM

July 7, 2003

The Home Stretch

It's Monday night; I am home Thursday. Very exciting but there is much work to do. There'll be no lolligagging about.

Cheers!

Posted by John Kranz at 7:48 PM | Comments (2)

Mike and Leesa visit

My friends, Mike and Leesa, moved to Oxford last year. Sunday afternoon they drove down with their youngest, Mikey, and we had lunch. It was great to see them and catch up. Here they are, lurking in the shadows:

Posted by John Kranz at 12:44 AM

More pictures

Here are some pictures of the house where I am staying. Click on "Continue..." to see them.

Here is the house. It was built in 1820 as a pub/workhouse for the workers building the canal.



The front of the house as seen out the window:



The harbor, right out front:






My friends Lou and Leesa:

Posted by John Kranz at 12:26 AM | Comments (1)

July 5, 2003

Dublin Pictures

I lived here:


My friend Lou:


Drove by here::


Take care!

Posted by John Kranz at 6:19 PM | Comments (2)

Back in Old Blighty

I just got back from Dublin. It was grand. That is a neat city and I was getting a good local's tour by some great people.

I went to about 3,417 pubs in my 30 hours there and met the most amazing people. It was really like living in a novel. One friend got us into "Lilli's Bordello," which is a Studio 54 kind of place. Pierce Brosnan was there.
It was hell after a few hours to me, but it was something I'm glad I saw. Dublin is somehow exactly as I pictured it. I took many many photos and will get some up here but I am on another person's computer now.

Amazing people. I had the best cappuccino ever in a sushi restaurant, I met a former Olympic weightlifter who's an MD and has a Huey Helicopter to fly as a hobby. I got propositioned by a hooker in front of St. Patrick's: "Are y' free tonight, darlin?" she asks as I am taking a picture out the window of a car in traffic. "'Fraid not," replies Mr. Faithful." "Too bad, you would have enjoyed it," says Ms. Free Market Trader. I have been teased about it ever since.

Hang in there Riza my love, and pet the poor baby girl from her da'. I am coming home, and together we can fix anything (or run away from it).

Posted by John Kranz at 4:27 PM | Comments (1)

July 4, 2003

Happy 4th of July

Happy 4th of July.

It seems to strange not having jk around.


Skylark and I had a hard night last night. One of the neighbors decided to shoot off fireworks at 1:30 in the morning until about 2:30. Skylark was scared to death so I ended up sending the night on the sofa downstairs with Skylark.
I just hope tonight isn't going to be too bad.

One neighbor let's his dog bark all night. It makes me think that maybe moving isn't such a bad idea. I love this house but I'm not so happy with the neighborhood right now.

Oh well. such is life.

Happy 4th of July!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at 2:22 PM

July 3, 2003

Pictures coming!

Lou and I just bought a camera. I should have pictures in a few days from Chichester and Dublin. Stay tuned...

Posted by John Kranz at 11:30 AM

Almost Half Over

Well it hasn't been that bad. Hot as Hell but all in all not too bad.

If I could just figure out the sprinkler system. The chores jk does that I just take for granted. Like him doing the watering, the laundry, trash and dishes (if I cook). We are a matched set. He hates to clean and I like it provided I can crank up the tunes.

I've been pretty good. I haven't eaten out of the pan yet. I've thought about it though. I even manage to fix the bed sort of. In a Skylark is in the middle sort of way.

jk calls everyday. Usually very early in the morning, his time. He works strange hours but he's happy.

Do I craft today or read a book?

later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 7:45 AM | Comments (1)

July 2, 2003

Nice Weather

In England???? Yes, it has been nice. It rains a lot but not all day. The harbor is very nice. I wish I got out more but there is work to be done and we know that all play and no work makes jk a...

The Dublin trip is looking a little dicey. All the cheap fares have sold out and most of our meetings have been postponed. It is still desired that we meet some of the Ireland folks. And I would like to go because I've never been. We'll see what happens -- stay tuned!

Hope all the good folks back home are well. I am doing well here. Tomorrow, the trip is halfway over. That means laundry, of course, but it also means halfway home. I got the nice seat on the way out, so I will probably have to take a middle out of deference to Lou. Oh, well. Worrying about the flight home will be a luxury. Miles to go before then.

Cheers, y'all -- jk

Posted by John Kranz at 10:15 AM

July 1, 2003

Hard at Work

A long day today, 6 am - 3:30 am but I am having fun.

The business model has changed a lot in two days and there is too much work left to do. But the good news is that things seem on track. I will be glad when it is more settled.

Got some good Chinese food for dinner and then onto "The Black Horse," a very authentic looking British pub. The next table brought their dog, a very old lab, who just slept next to them. I missed Skylark but the two cats in the house have taken a shine to me.

Yawn. G'night!

Posted by John Kranz at 8:34 PM

Sky and I are doing fine

Hello Folks,

jk has limited web powers. He called me last night at 11:30, our time. He was just getting up. One of the kids had the phone so he couldn't call me earlier.

We're into July. July 10th is the day jk is due back.

I solved the coffee problem. I'm using my travel coffee maker. It makes one perfect cup of coffee at a time. So I can now enjoy coffee and not feel that I have to drink ten cups a day. Not that I didn't love drinking coffee but ten cups, even decaf, does things to me.

I call my parents everyday or they call me. I've talked to Diane and Bob often and I even had a long chat with Cousin Mick.


Crafting is going as well as can be expected. I'm working on a huge needlepoint while jk is out of town. It will be my jk is traveling craft. I'll try not to work on it too much when he's home.

He'll travel a lot in the years to come. It'll make our marriage interesting. Everyday an adventure. That sort of thing. Sometimes I'll go and sometimes I'll stay home.

Take care.

Later...

Posted by Riza Rivera at 7:07 AM | Comments (1)

No! You're too far over

They let me drive yesterday. It IS different. The roundabouts are worse than the left side biz.

Limited 'net access but all else is well.

Cheers,
jk

Posted by John Kranz at 2:28 AM