It's always fun to get prezzies and well, sometimes it's especially fun. Sometimes there's a lot of fun in just opening the present, but the most fun is of course the prezzie itself! Thanks Steve! And now to shuffle through some other photos...
Progress continues on this, slow but sure. Slow at first was ok, but I finally ramped things up a bit. Click above to see the squares made so far. Here's a mock up of all the planned squares.
Long week at work with a lot of mental and physical work to be done. OK folks, sometimes you have to stop talking about what you are doing wrong (aka "But it doesn't work!") if you want to learn something new. If you keep doing it over and over again and talking about it, you just keep reinforcing the incorrect thing and not giving the new thing a chance to get in. (aka "Stop talking already. Stop talking now.")
Finally, a photo of Bill snoozing on the primo register, taken a bit before the end.
For parents of new (or not-so-new) babies everywhere, because everyone needs to be wrapped up warm by someone.
Slumber My Darling -- Stephen Foster
Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near, Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear, Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone, Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.
Sweet visions attend thy sleep, Fondest, dearest to me, While others their revels keep, I will watch over thee.
Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed, Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray Brings to the world the glad tidings of day; Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight-- Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight.
Thy pillow shall sacred be From all outward alarms; Thou, thou are the world to me In thine innocent charms.
Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed, Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
