Plan your work. Work your plan.

Here's to my dad, Bill Nagan, someone who knew how to work. Who knew how to 'convert to cash.' Who could get things done without 'holding high mass over it.' Great Dad to all 9 of us. Great husband. And all around great guy. At first, his loss was almost too much to bear. He was constantly in touch -- he loved to pick up the phone and check-in. Daily. Trite but true: time eases the pain. We just carry on in his traditions: constant phone contact; avoiding conflict; obsessive cleaning--no one could work a Hoover like Bill; a compulsion to be constantly busy--resulting in an inability to actually relax and have nothing to do; delegating chores even to random onlookers and a deep love of the 20-minute nap.








I love this photo of mom and dad. They were married in Ft. Sill, Oklahoma and shortly thereafter dad shipped out to North Africa. Get a load of those feet. Unfortunately, they've been passed along to the females of the clan. Many of us sport size 11+, to our great shopping dismay.









". . . if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow."
e.e. cummings "My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love."

Listening to: Tosca
Eating: Split pea soup with CRUSHED FRITOS. (you should try it)
Struggling with: Sudoku puzzles to keep my brain from degenerating.