The Car Project

No, this one isn't about Dave working on an interior, although he sent off a great looking 55 Chevy this week. Pictures later.

We went to Woodbridge Friday evening to see the Car Project, a group of musicians who created a whole band out of an old Honda! They have everything from percussion instruments made from wheels, hoods, glass, engine parts, a 'sax' from I think a muffler, a bass from a gas tank and a banjo/guitar from wheel. There is even a trombone!

Lots of fun, they write their own music so its a total new experience for your eyes and ears!

Random Mother's Day Thoughts

This is the first year without my mom, funny that I think of her almost every day and most of the time still think she'll be back.

Three times this week, unexpectedly she was brought into play, the first time I was getting my hair cut ~ and the stylist mentioned that she hadn't been in for a while. She didn't know that she had died, just that she hadn't been in for a cut.

My uncle sent pictures of the iris' at his house that are transplants from my mom's. I didn't even think of going over to her house to see if they had bloomed yet when his unexpected email showed up.

Then yesterday I was getting my first spring pedicure when one of the ladies asked me where my little mother was. My mom had never had a pedicure, or manicure, but I would take her with me and try to get her to have something done. They remembered her.

Go figure the timimg.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms!

Drain, drain go away

My left hip keeps filling up with a major league bruise, so every other week I have it drained. Today the doctor said after taking four large plungers of blood that there was a drip and he wrapped and taped it. He said sometimes fluid builds up, but not too often does this amount of blood, I think they just want the four units back that I was given in the hospital.

Anyway, the fact that I was bleeding didn't sink in to my thick skull, on the way home I 'dripped' through the gauze, tape, undies, binder, slacks and on my car seat. Thank God for Afta, Dave immediately cleaned the seat ~ here's hoping it didn't stain. Also I was wearing my Pinehurst jacket that Dave bought when he was there to play golf and got it along the hem, too. Right now its in the washer, lots of spray and wash and cold water. Hope there aren't any stains.

Enough of that, here's a pic of Dave, Rosie and me.

Remember the croc?

Dave finished and the customer loved the crocodile motorcycle seat, he's been riding on it for a few weeks now.

It went from this:

to this

BTW, Dave says he prefers pictures of the check, not the work!