This will mark the eighteenth Father’s Day without my father. My Dad.

Dad passed away the morning of their 42nd wedding anniversary. Blood clot from his leg jammed his heart.

I was living in California then, on the Central Coast. It took me thirteen hours, not counting a five hour nap on Lea Ann’s sofa, to get to Tucson.

The last time I had talked to him, I was trying to convince him and Mom to have breakfast before they drove home, about three months prior. I finally convinced him. I think Mom knew that I had had a premonition that this would be my last chance to sit and talk with him face to face. She helped me convince Dad to have breakfast. Dad never believed that I sometimes could “see” things coming.

This will mark the fourth year of celebrating Father’s Day with MEG, and I’m not with her this day. Even now, as I am typing this early Saturday morning, I am already missing her.

There is a young lady and her husband in Idaho who call me Dad; she has called me that since she could talk. I first met her when she was six months old. Now, her second daughter is almost six months old. That young lady knew my Dad as Grandpa; something my daughter will never know, someone I wish TMBWitW could have met. He would have liked her.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. And remember, even if your Dad is no longer here, your Heavenly Father will always be with you.

Chat ya later…

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I have been … asked … to not talk about a certain person on my blog. However, in order to get the word out, once in a while I do have to talk about her, and I refer to her as TMBWitW. That has not always resulted in positive reviews, so I have made attempts to not talk about her at all. I love her more than anything, and she is the center of my life, so that’s like talking about everything BUT the monkey juggling on your head at the party.

Memorial Day, she was saying that her wrist hurt, so we iced it. Tuesday morning when she woke up it was worse, and by the end of the day she was in Urgent Care getting an X-ray, shot, and meds prescribed. (i am not going to try to spell the issues here. laymen’s terms are trigger finger and tennis elbow. please leave any jokes about target practice, tennis courts, firearms training, etc. in the comments section below.)

When she finally got home Tuesday evening, it was late, and everyone just went to bed. Wednesday she stayed home, since the meds were affecting her in a way that made her feel it was not safe to drive. Thursday she went to work, but came home early. Friday she made it through the whole day of work. Saturday evening, after I got home, she asked why I hadn’t mentioned her in the Long Week entry.

Please keep her in your prayers, specifically for healing of her right arm.

Chat ya later…

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First, pardon the fuzziness (i was trying to get the shot before she realized i was taking a picture), and ignore the lady on the ladder talking on the phone while merchandising … and look at the wall beyond her. This is the area that was worked on. I tried to get some other pictures downloaded from my phone, but there seems to be a glitch – like the fact that the phone won’t let me see the pictures I took through the USB cord, I have to message them to myself in order to get them, and the one of the other side is too big to message … weird, huh?

Now, this shot shows the same wall, but with the retro-fitted Borders bookcases, library rail, and lighting valance.

And, the last section of wall. This is the view as you enter the Education Room from the cash/wrap area.

Nothing like a job actually completed once in a while.

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The Trusty Steed is not dead, it will rise again to continue it’s mission. My mechanic is sure a hose replacement (to keep hot water from escaping and spraying electrical things, like spark plugs and a tune up will restore the vim and vigor to the QX4.

The 1998 QX4 has a 3.3 liter offset V-6 motor. The passenger side plugs are easily accessible. The driver’s side plugs are located along the top of the motor, intertwined in the intake manifold, except the rearmost plug, which is located on the back of the block. Right next to the second heater bypass hose. The one that’s been leaking.

To replace the hose (or the spark plug) the intake manifold must be removed and replaced, a job that would cost thousands in a dealership. My mechanic is a blessing to me, especially now that I don’t have time to do this kind of work myself, which is why I hadn’t started in on the project before it became an issue.

In the meantime, I am driving what can only be considered a pinnacle of manliness (top row, second from right).

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Closet has new baseboards, and now it’s time to move furniture around.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!