The Well Has Run Dry--The End

I started this blog back in 2008 and have finally come to the end of my run with it.  Anyone who has followed it knows that I have only post once or twice per month for about the last 5-6 months.  I appreciate all the wonderful comments I have received and would love for you to visit my other blogs that I will continue with at www.zemeks.blogspot.com (Right Where We Belong) and www.ourstack.blogspot.com (Grab A Book From Our Stack).

I am happy that My Funny Dad, Harry is now available in Kindle format as well.  I would love for you to read it and if you like it, write a review for it on either Amazon or Barnes and Noble.  There are lots of archived posts that you may enjoy, so feel free to stay awhile and poke around. 

I am donating 50 cents per legitimate comment this month to Caroline's Kids Pet Rescue, a cat sanctuary.

Valentine's Day Brings Up Sad Memory

Back in 2007, I remember we had a huge snowstorm on valentine's day and I didn't stop in to see my dad before work that day because of all the snow.  I normally stopped by to visit him before going to work and then got the bus from his house.  That was on a Wednesday.

When I stopped in two days later on Friday, I found him dead on his bathroom floor and I still think about that terrible day every Valentine's day.  Over time, the memory has faded some but it's very hard when people die around a holiday.  It seems as though it has a way of putting a damper on the celebration.

I still miss my dad very much because we were very close.  He was such a wonderful man and I did visit him practically every day.  I suggested that he move in with us, but he said that wouldn't work. He treasured his independence and loved puttering around the house.  He also didn't want to be a burden to us.  He had a good long life and was healthy for most of it.  He lived 89 years. 

Cherish your loved ones while you still can and have a Happy Valentine's Day!

I am donating .50 per legitimate comment this month to Caroline's Kids Pet Rescue.

Consider The Hammer

My Hammer from Dad

There aren't many tools I know how to use, but the hammer is one of them. My dad gave me my very own tool box at a young age and one of the tools he gave me was the hammer. I still use it today, mostly to pound nails for hanging pictures.

 My dad loved woodworking and carpentry so it came as no surprise to me when I found this poem on a church bulletin he saved from 1947.  I think it was written by Rev. William Whiteman:

CONSIDER THE HAMMER

It keeps its head.

It keeps pounding away.

It doesn't fly off the handle.

It looks at the other side too.

It finds the point, then drives it home.

It makes mistakes, but starts all over.

It is the only knocker in the world that does any good.