A few months ago I posted a status on my Facebook page offering something handmade by me to the first five people who commented on that particular status. The five who responded were my Mom, my daughter Caris, my sister-in-law Doria, my friend Timmy Hord and our family friend Maria Cook. After much deliberation and a few experiments that failed miserably, I decided to make a simple cross for Mom, Caris, Doria and Caris. Maria's cross is pictured above. She decorated with the flowers and card.
As for the fifth gift to Timmy, I decided to make a wood canvass. Not just any canvass, but a bi-fold red oak canvass with a built-in wooden hinge. Timmy is an artist who works with oil paints and creates portraits from photographs. She also makes ceramic Scottish whiskey cups called Quaich (pronounced Quake). I figured she would enjoy experimenting with my newest experiment. She has already indicated that she would want to paint four portraits by using each side and each half of the canvass. http://www.hordstudio.com/index.html
Things are starting to wind down for me with the unemployment gig. I have two more weeks off then its back to work. I'm not real keen on having to travel, but it beats not having a job to travel too. I'll also be in the field more than I have been in the last six years. No more paper pushing all day for me. I'll be supervising the installation of Volkswagen's door assembly line conveyor system in Chattanooga. Now here is some interesting information about this job. When I worked for Eisenmann at BMW, I had a subcontractor to install the conveyors and the manager was Tom M. After I was laid off from Eisenmann, I was hired by Tom M. and worked for him at BMW as a superintendent. Now on this new job I will have Tom M. working for me again as a subcontractor. Can you say "What comes around goes around"? Tom M. and I have a good working relationship and I don't foresee any problems with this.
Friday night we attended the Good Friday Mass in Tryon. It was the first time I had ever kissed the feet of Jesus on the crucifix which was part of the veneration of the cross. A very moving experience to say the least. Sunday we attended a packed Easter service. Fr. Winslow delivers his Homily in such a way that teaches and avoids talking above us.
I skipped Saturday's events, but not for any other reason than it was pretty uneventful. Gin sewed curtains all day for Jessica. I cut the grass, ate the weeds, cleaned up the leaves and acorns in the gully beside the road and scooped up the loose gravel at the end of the driveway.
Flash forward to Sunday after church. Gin baked her famous cinnamon streusel cake for a lunch at the Herbst's. Needless to say, we had lunch ad Jodi and Greg's as we always do on Easter Sunday. They're like regular family except without the wills and life insurance policies naming us as the beneficiary. After some delicious ham, smoked turkey and all the delectable sides along with great fellowship, we departed for Patrick's house.
Arriving at Patrick's we pulled up to the side of the road as we saw Nolan and family in the front yard. No need to pull in the driveway and have the little man run after the car. I was greeted by Nolan running to my arms as he called out "Pappy" several times. That was enough to melt my heart. We spent a little time visiting with Patrick, Jessica, Nolan and Jessica's family. Nolan helped me drive the truck to the backyard to hook up the utility trailer. After that was hooked up, he hi-jacked my keys for most of our visit. We were finally able to distract him enough with some plastic Easter eggs and a foam football to get the keys to a safe pocket. He still tried to search our pockets for the keys before we left.
Gin suggested a round of disc golf while we were driving home. At first I really didn't want to go, then decided to go ahead and play a round while Gin walked with me. I had a rough game to say the least. Several bad shots on easy holes kept my mind in the negative. On the 18th I hooked a shot to the bottom of a steep bank to a retention pond. The disc was dry, but surrounded by 10 foot pines. I tossed and overhand shot to get the disc up to the road. BIG MISTAKE! I ended up throwing my shoulder out of whack. My right shoulder is sore, especially when I try to raise my arm above my head. Hopefully it will work itself out over the next few days. I might be wise to learn to play left handed, which would be a hoot.
Thanks again for reading and commenting. I know most of this is boring, but it IS real life drama (HaHa).
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