Long day yesterday with results that were disappointing.  But we will talk about that after the next appointment with the heart doctor, “cause my momma always said , “If you can’t say something nice—don’t say nothin’ at all!”

The Frankenstein afgan however is now within nine inches of being wide enough but lacks 39 inches in length.  I spent alot of time on it while waiting yesterday.  It is still the best way to pass the time on a long wait. 

Tomorrow is shear the “old farts” day!  I can hardly see Jay’s mouth and his eyebrows would have made John L. Lewis green with envy!  My head looks like I combed my hair with a mix master!  I am so tired of looking through gray strands.  Now I know how my son’s dog sees the world!  So after 2:00pm tomorrow I hope to see a haircut the is almost a brush—on me that is and being able to see Jay smile again!

I still find myself taking a deep breath when I think of the Nash family.  I hope the Majesky’s Dad is getting better. Also that Edna’s hubby is still doing ok!  That Bernice is feeling better and that Caroline’s mother will be out of the hospital soon.  So many people who need caring about that we don’t have time to worry about us right now and that is good.

All the disassembling,  strand separating from three to two, and the ball winding is now complete.  I have decided to name this the Frankenstein Afgan because it will be made of hundred on knots that tie the strands together!  I may even shorten the name to Franky!

My first thought was how will I hide all the ends that will show as the afgan progresses.  That is when the’ Frankenstein’ idea entered my mind.  I figure if the Evil One doesn’t like it I’ll make him another one!!

This is all there is at the moment but I’ll start tomorrow on ‘construction!!

The Journal story said he loved his family, his wife, and his customers.  A odd thing to say about David Nash ?  Not at all when you came to know him and his wife Dawn.  Both work hard seven days a week 365 days a year.  They delivered The Flint Journal in Lapeer and here in Forest Township. 

David always had a smile, a word of encouragement,  compliment for you every time he saw you and he saw us alot.  He used to back into a driveway across the street from us to turn around at the end of his route.  We suggested one day that he turn around in our yard to avoid backing up in the street.  So when he came up to turn around he would hand us the paper if we were outdoors or toss on the porch.  He had a safe place to turn around and we didn’t have to walk the roughly 400 feet down and back up the driveway.  In return we sent jams home with him to the family.  He would always bring the jars back, smile. and say how good it was or how the family liked it.

Last Thursday David was unusally late on his route and when I called his home I was told he had died sometime around 1:00 or 2:00 pm that afternoon.  I didn’t call back because the situation had to have been difficult and confusing but left an E-mail for Dawn. 

We learned Friday he had lost his life in an accident at the start of his route.  Gone now is a loving Father,  Grandfather, and Husband.  But also lost is a man who cared enough about his work and for the people he served to go out of his way for them.

Our thoughts of comfort go out to his family. 
Goodbye David and thank you for the pleasant memories.

Today Jay spent time in the kitchen.  The main dish for supper was Beef Bourguignon Which with a little assist from me he created.  The picture is burning off the Cognac.

Take a deep breath in 2005!
Smile real big you are still alive!

Broadband, insurance, taxes, and healthcare,
Climbing ever higher, got you swinging in the air!

You look for words of comfort, knowledge, and solutions,
You wonder if to fix it you need a revolution,

But take comfort in knowing that you are not alone in this.
We are right along with you just like a school of fish!

And if the sharks don’t catch us and put us in a fix.
We’ll swim with guts and glory straight through to 2006!