This is his last creation, he worked on it for 2 years,
absolutely from scratch, all he had was a flatpack
(and a Picture)
with the first parts to start building with .
but now it's finished and I think it should be shown to the world, the patience this man has, to get all these tiny intricate parts glued, placed, painted is absolutely unbelievable. I have great admiration for him,
and I also admire his Tilly who is as enthusiast as Paul is about the boat
and never complained that he spent so much time in the loft building it.
Paul's words after he at long last finished it ??
NO MORE BOATS FOR ME,
this is the 4th boat he has build .
Well done Paul and Tilly, my compliments !!!
please scroll down to see the slideshow of his progress.
sitting here, looking at the trees in front of my window, I see two magpies, breaking short and long twigs of the branches. they're building a nest a few trees away, and always when I see one magpie, I immediately look for a second one because this poem comes into my mind,
one for sorrow
two for joy
three for a girl
four for a boy
five for silver
six for gold
seven for a secret never to be told.
when next time you see a magpie, always look for others (they have to be near each other)
to see as many as seven, you'll have to wait until the babies are leaving the nest or when the acorns are falling of the trees.
as you can see, I've posted two magpies for you, the joy will be there already !!
Today March 1st 2009, is the first anniversary of my dear Husbands passing away.
It has been a difficult year , I miss Him so much but one good thing about it is, I found out how many real friends I have.,they were there for me when Ken was very ill, when he passed and still are here everyday for me.
I want to apologize for the lacksadesical way of my posting on this blog.
when I retired, 12 years ago, I thought what on earth am I going to do
with all this free time ? you know, I had more free time when I worked full time. I'm as busy as can be, and the days just fly by, I would love to visit the Blogsof other people, but it takes hours to visit and write comments, and I don't have hours to spare.
I'm now planning my holiday one month away from today.
I don't know how long I'll be away, I'm going to visit a lot of friends in good old England. so I promise, I will be here when I have time.
I just want to show you the last updat of my 4 season birds stitching project.
This is from newshound Dave Barry's colonoscopy journal:
I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis . Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!'
I left Andy' s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America 's enemies.
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-litre plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a litre is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another litre of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.
After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.
At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this is, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate.
'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.
I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.
ABOUT THE WRITER
Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.
This doesn't happen a lot, that we have 2 weeks of constant frost, I know for some of you it's not a severe frost, but for us in Holland it is very cold, the skaters are out first time since about 10 years , they are on the park lakes , small canals and even on the big lakes, skating from one province to the next !! Brave people, they are wrapped up with newspapers under their jumpers, in their pants, some woman knit special Willy warmers for their husbands/partners/sons etc. this is not a joke !! Even the Dutch Crownprince, Willem Alexander, skates those large distances, I don't know if his Mom Beatrix ever knitted a Willy warmer for him though, maybe his wife Maxima has done one for him ? I can't skate, My parents wanted me to learn to skate on very VERY old fashion wooden skates, but no, I was too proud for that, what if my friends would see me on those things ? once, I was about 16, I borrowed a pair and they put me on the ice behind a wooden chair, so I wouldn't fall, I was so frightened to fall on the ice (it's very solid you know !!) and was holding on for dear live with my whole body so tense, that after that experience, I could not walk for a week, everything ached so much !! that was the first and last time for me !!
from the official Royal Family website.: In his leisure time, the Prince frequently attends major fixtures when the Dutch national teams are taking part. The Prince himself is keen on tennis, running, skiing, sailing, golf, rock climbing, riding, skating and diving. In 1986, he completed the Elfstedentocht, the Frisian skating marathon, and in 1992 he ran the New York Marathon .
I am called back to my Blog, I have not posted a lot, really nothing interesting to tell you, only My Birthday, Christmas , weddinganniversary and New Years eve all in December 2008, I have celebrated the first time without my dear husband, but thanks to my friends and their company those days, it was barable, now it's all back to normal again and I'm looking forward to my Holidays in about 2 months time.I'm still stitching, "4 Seasons Birds", one of the presents I got from my Cross Stitch Crazy board friends. Nice to do. =I hope to be back here a bit more regular, I'll do my very best.=Here is my Romantic Stitcher framed, I've given it to a friend for her birthday.