George F. Gager

Today I rewired a lamp. The last person to rewire it was my dad. He died April 2 of 1999. I thought of him as I disconnected wires, reconnected wires. It brought us back together. Father and daughter. I inherited the knack of being handy from him. He barely taught me such things. Maybe by accident I stood too close to him the day he repaired a flat tire or filed down a sticking door. Maybe I just simply wanted to hang out with my dad and happened to learned something. I don't know. I do know he has some responsibility in who I am today. For that, I am thankful. Love you Dad!

The Sixth Day of the Tenth Month

A warm dry sixth day of October. Threats of a water restriction rumble under clear blue skies while healthy moles frolic under crusty baked Tennessee yards. Even so I do love Autumn. Not death in the year's cycle but a true beginning to one! A time for nature's decay to become the nutrients for spring's growth. Seeds nestle down in warm compost with dreams for April. The start to our earth's gestation. A jubilant time of year!