Got to feeling a little blue thinking about Dad today. I was talking to the gals at work about my carving and thought that Dad would have enjoyed my interest in it. It could have been something we could have shared because Dad had tried his own hand at carving during his life. Thinking about it made me feel a little blue.

The gals at work tried to convince me that maybe it was Dad who was pushing my interest in woodburning and carving. Idon't know, perhaps,it is a sweet thought anyway.