My love of Stained Glass

I fell in love with making stained glass from the first moment I picked up a piece of the glass and started cutting it. It was in the back of a small stained glass shop named "A Touch of Glass" in Memphis, Tn. I took classes there every Tuesday night for years until the internet finally drove them out of business. I really miss those classes. Everyone was working on different projects, and the owner always had a solution to your probems. When I needed that certain piece of glass, I just went up front and chose what I wanted from his stock. Now I have to gamble on getting the right color and texture from looking at a picture over the internet. Most of the time I am disappointed when I get the piece in the mail. And can you believe it, the closest stained glass shop to me now is in Jackson, Tenn. Pretty far from me even as the crow flies. I wish someone around here would open up another store. Hobby Lobby only sells small pieces in pitiful colors.
Well, that's my one and only waa, waa, poor me story for the month!

Where are you Juan?

You left no way for me to contact you, Juan! Living in the wilds of Peru with only you to protect me sounds like a dream. We could swing from vines like Tarzan and Jane. I bet I could "learn" a whole lot of Spanish from you very quickly! And you even have access to the internet. Please, please tell me how to reach you ........

Thunderstorm vs Scottie

We had a thunderstorm last night, and my dog is scared to death of thunder. He usually sleeps in "his" recliner in our bedroom but as soon as that first clap of thunder hit, I heard him jump to the floor and up on the bed. He creeped up to the head of of the bed and before I realized it, he had wrapped himself around the crown of my head so that he was wedged between me and the headboard. By morning I was scrunched down the bed and he had completely taken over my pillow and was sleeping soundly. I got out of bed with a headache and achy joints and he was rested and ready for the day!