LouCeeL on NaBloPoMo

I am blogging for NaBloPoMo 2008 - but not necessarily here. You can find me here. Every day. Of November. Of 2008. And maybe even 2009. We'll see.

I've never really understood how NING works. I don't understand what 'FRIENDS' do. I have friends, but I don't see their posts, I don't get notified when they do stuff, and I don't know if they're notified when I do stuff. So, what's the point?

Anyway, I have been blogging for some time on blogspot, although not with the frequency I have been blogging here. There is no NaBloPoMo on blogspot, although there should be. I feel comfortable on blogspot, I know what to expect on blogspot and… Continue

Whenever anyone got a card from my in-laws, John would have drawn a cartoon of this guy in a sombrero with a moustache and peasant clothing that would have something pithy to say about the occasion that engendered the card. This guy was, obviously, John's characterization of himself. There was a second thing - John used to carve wood - bas reliefs and small wooden figurines. And his favorite figurine was one of a peasant taking a siesta under his sombrero, arms wrapped around his knees. I wan

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Annie comes home from Arizona today. I spoke to her last evening - she was having a hard time dealing with the fact that she no longer has her father. I really wish I could have been there to hold her - to offer some comfort. I really feel terrible when she cries - I want so much to make her smile and make the tears go away. And, of course, I couldn't stay in AZ long enough for the funeral. I wish I could have. At least, she knows that.

Zachary is home from school for the weekend. He l

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Marilyn Dale, artist and art instructor extraordinaire, announced this last Wednesday that she would be giving an Oil Painting Class for 6 weeks on Tuesdays, from 7-9pm, starting January 8th. The cost will be the same as the class we are just about to finish, but the location will be different. Close by, but different, nonetheless. Big YEAH!!

I would like to be able to do a portrait of my father-in-law, to give to his recent widow. I don't have the talent to tackle something like that o… Continue