Daisy Jane, thank you for sharing such heartlifting stories of your Grandaddy with us. He will continue to be an inspiration to those who hear them.

What's in it for me?

I'll whine less about the weather?

Did you check prices to visit here?

Of course. Nothing cheap, unfortunately.

I've never made a dress, though I have worn one.

Is anyone else now jonesing to see a pic of P.-C. in a dress?

Ginger, look at it this way: the bar has been set so low it's on the ground. Next time, if someone shows even an iota of competence, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Also also also, she generally keeps the fabric only scissors in the sewing machine case.

Today must be the day to talk about my father and sharp implements. He was a tailor before he opened the restaurant. He hasn't sewn on anything more than a button in approximately 20 years, and he still has boundary issues with his equipment. No one else is allowed to use the scissors or his thimble (which he still carries everyday in his pocket), and if we use a needle, we must show him the fabric upon which it is to be used, to make sure it's suitable and won't ruin the point. It's a good thing I love him.

They were hijacked.

The first (and only) time I did that, he yelled at me. My father never, ever yelled at me. He was the pushover. I never touched them again unless I had permission.

Daisy, I'm so sorry.

I was doing fairly well until as we passed by the casket, my cousin and I who'd spent so many summers, holidays, weekends- told me, "Ask him to come back. He'd do it for you."

Oh my heart.

He was a tailor before he opened the restaurant.

So your dad just likes working with sharp things?

DJ, this might come out wrong at first, but please read it all the way through.

I am so jealous of your grandfather's funeral. Everything you have been telling us about the service and the bonding with family and the memories. We didn't have a funeral when my Poppa died, and even though that was his wish and we wanted to honor it, I really wish we'd had something.

I envy you for being able to have that and I love that you are sharing it with us.

I thought he was gay?

me, too. I have my gay boys on the trail, though.

{{{Aimée}}}

So your dad just likes working with sharp things?

So it appears. I couldn't see him as a mattress salesman.

Thanks for the hugs, MFN. I really wasn't trying to get sympathy, I swear it!