It speaks to me of his absolute focus on whatever project he is working on. Currently he is teaching himself how to sculp faces, heads. He wasted no time as we traveled. After reading one or more books and watching YouTube videos, he took three days only to complete a bust.
Tuesday I was utterly focused on writing the weekly missionary report. The view from the wall of windows in my writing center, the loft with a long L-shaped desk, is amazing! On this day I sighted two hawks.
Would you believe, in a mere few days the green foliage has grown so I can no longer see the neighbor's house. (Do you see the hawk?)
Wednesday we were invited to an annual memorial chapel and luncheon for the late Rick Seaman, always a very meaningful event as we share with his family and friends.
Thursday, the first tandem ride of the season, hopefully first of many tandem dates.
I try to spend mornings working in what I call my writing center. When I walked up, I was delighted to see a special touch added by my thoughtful husband--a hummingbird feeder. It is, however, nigh unto impossible to get a photo of the fluttering creatures which invariably flit away before I can pick up the camera.
Can you see the hummingbird?
Three grandsons spent the night and today we went to Elijah's game. Here are a few favorite pics of our time together.
|Elijah at bat|
Grandpa was twenty years old at the time, a student at Fort Wayne Bible College.
It was my librarian cousin's idea to look through his diaries for what he may have recorded on the fateful day one hundred years ago when the 'unsinkable' Titanic sank.