Anna ASpnes:
ArtPlay Palette Crazy Life, Meadow (b/g)
MultiLayered PhotoBle4ndz No 6
Cools Glows 1
ArtPlay Palette Break Away (tag)
Scenic Word Art (beads)
ArtPlay Palette Sweet Christmas (brad, recolored)
ArtPlay Palette Twizzle (flower)
Some of the journaling::
it is nearly five years ago now that Dad passed away. I can still feel the physical pain that gripped me when I got that call. It was just a few weeks earlier that Sergio passed away. I remember his mother and father, Lisa and her three kids, all still raw from their loss, coming to Dads funeral. Thats the kind of loyalty that Robert engenders. Every August we tend to think of them a little more than otherwise. And every August, we find dimes. Robert & I, we find dimes. I find pennies all the time, but only in August do I find dimes. I went into the bathroom stall at AT&T Park, closed the door, turned around, and there was a dime on the floor right under the door where Id stepped just a second ago. I dropped my spools of thread and they went behind the couch cushions, and when I pulled out the cushions, there was a dime. I was paying for my Swirl Crepe lunch, and peeking out from under the ipad register was a dime. Crissy moved into a new apartment, and when they opened the door to move in, there was a dime. And these were not old dimes that had been kicked around on the ground for a while, they were all shiny new dimes.
Dad loved coins, not only because they were money, but for their numismatic value. By the time Mom died there was nothing left of his collection. That story is too sad to recount.
What are you trying to tell us? Maybe nothing, maybe its all just coincidental.
