Being Me

Being Me

Here I am at 60+ years of age (thank you, yes I know I don’t look a day over 55) and still trying to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up. It’s a big assumption that I will ever actually do that – grow up I mean. All indications point...

New Toy – It’s a Blast

I have a new toy. An air eraser.  No, it’s not a device for getting rid of unwanted air. It’s a mini sand blaster.  Here are the first things I created using it. A set of nautical themed tumblers (thank you Dollar Store) . . . . A bass carved on a sample...
Home Alone

Home Alone

It’s a very rare occurrence. I am home alone. The dog is here, but she doesn’t really fill the void left by my missing husband.  He’s missing because he has fallen into the grasping hands of the medical profession. I’ll probably get him back...