A T Weaver’s blog

Well, you all probably thought I had died or left the country -- everyone except Fred that is.

Nope.  I'm still here.  Now if I can remember how to insert a link, I will

https://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=43018

I can't believe it's been three months since I updated here.  I still have Christmas up.  Well, change that, I missed Valentine's Day -- it's almost Easter.

I told you I hate this time of year.  I think my payrolls are almost caught up.  Now for the news.  Writing my book took 3 years and it has taken another year to get the website up.

www.thetalespinners.com

If you would like to read a short excerpt and seen what it's about.

My middle daughter (child #3) opened up her own business in January.  She and her husband bought a Social Suppers franchise.  I've been over and fixed a few of their recipes.  I can heartly recommend the baked potato soup and the Fat-Tuesday baked pancake if you have a store close to you.

Do you have any phobias?
Submitted by Amirul B Ruslan.

Mice.  I stepped on one in my stocking feet 50 years ago and I can still feel the creature under my foot when anyone says the word.

I strongly dislike January.

W2s and payroll taxes for over 300 clients.  Can you say "No time off".  Two years ago I worked 19 days straight.

What are your resolutions for 2007?

To get started on my second book.  And hope my son gets my web page up.

I said I was never good with diaries, this should prove it.

Saturday I went to lunch with my two youngest kids and their 5 kids.  I've never denied being crazy.  Two 9-year-olds, two 6-year-olds, and a 10-month old.  Oh what fun!!!

Last evening we had a party here at the place I live.  I think I've said the average age here is between 75-85.  We played games and had snacks.  I didn't stay late since my sinuses are bothering me.

Came back to my apartment, put some Chinese oil on my knee and went to bed.

There is a reason I chose the name "weaver".

It only took 20 months to weave. -- Of course, I took breaks, sometimes several months.

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The Man in the Glass

When you get what you want, in your struggle for self, and the world makes you king for a day,

Just go to a mirror, and look at yourself, and see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your father, mother, or wife who judgement upon you must pass,

The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life, is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you a straight shootin' chum, and call you a wonderful guy,

But the man in the glass says you're only a bum, if you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, for he's with you clear up to the end,

And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test, if the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years and get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartaches and tears, if you've cheated the man in the glass.

Unknown.

I'm beginning to figure out that a blog is kind of like a diary -- and I never was very good at that.

I spent the afternoon and evening at Megan's house (Megan is my third child) with her husband Chris, the two boys, Alex and Ryan, Chris' parents and grandparents.  When I got there, Chris' sister and her family were there.  I always feel a little left out, being a single in a houseful of couples.  After Lana and Billy left, things got a little quieter.  There were only nine of us for dinner. 

Here are a couple more of my grandkids.  Alex is nine, and Ryan is 6.  Ryan had asked for swimming goggles for Christmas so that's what Grandma J. got him.  Alex seemed happy with his gift card to Game Stop.  If I keep up, I'll soon have all ten grandkids on here.

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